Dance Room Collection One

[sparklepires]

[ Cullen's Party Header]

There are many doors off the dinning room's varied sides leading to rooms which each have music coming from them. From the first side of the room there are two big rooms one can see.

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Re: Door Number Two: Rock Room

[ever_noteful]

"Hi, Sam," Meg says.

Her own recent injuries are mostly covered by Parker's make up application.

"Why do I suspect this is not where you were planning to wind up?

Re: Door Number Two: Rock Room

[gavemea_45]

"Because you're perceptive?"

Sam's smile is very, very wry.

"Hi, Meg. Having fun?"

Re: Door Number Two: Rock Room

[ever_noteful]

"I am yes, thank you," she says.

"Having fun, I mean."

Not that she's not also perceptive, but agreeing with it quite that much is a little . . . well, not-Meg.

"Are you?"

Re: Door Number Two: Rock Room

[gavemea_45]

"You look nice," he observes.

"I just got here."

Which is very likely meant to express that it's too early to tell about anything along the lines of whether he's having fun or not.

Re: Door Number Two: Rock Room

[ever_noteful]

"Thank you," she says.

And then grins. "You look very nice for someone who wasn't expecting to be at a formal event.

"And I'll set my inquiry aside until you've had time to form an opinion.

"How've you been?"

Re: Door Number Two: Rock Room

[gavemea_45]

"... uh, thanks."

Sam's smile shades the slightest bit wry.

"I've been fine -- you know, more of the same old, same old. You?"

[ever_noteful]

Meg shrugs, lightly.

"June has been a pretty eventful month, but things seem to be settling back down now.

"So, I'm good."

[gavemea_45]

"Glad to hear it," he tells her, sincerely.

[ever_noteful]

Meg shifts the bracelets on her right wrist, and then asks, "How's Dean?

"And where are you guys now?"

[gavemea_45]

"Dean's fine," Sam answers, automatically.

"We're in New York -- headed west, sort of."

A beat.

"How's, uh, your sister? Um, Kim?"

[ever_noteful]

"She's good. I had a letter from her a couple days ago. She's getting settled back into her routine in England after . . . well, um, I was in a pretty bad car with my boyfriend earlier this month. It sort of threw a monkey wrench into everyone's plans for June. You know, the kind where people basically have to drop everything and get to the hospital in Winchester, Ontario."

Meg's smile is very slight. "Which I assume is not a town named in your honor."

But one never knows.

[gavemea_45]

"... uh, no, it's not."

He gives her a searching look.

"But everyone's okay?"

[ever_noteful]

Meg nods. "Yeah. I mean, I'd hardly be standing here in a party dress if they weren't.

"My injuries were compatatively pretty minor -- dislocated shoulder, mild concussion, bruises, mainly from the seatbelt." There's a vague gesture to the faded, make-up covered bruise from her neckline to her collarbone. "I'm fine.

"Alain is still recovering, but he will recover. He has a broken arm and broken ribs, and he had emergency surgery to remove his spleen, and he was unconscious for about a day. He should be fine, in a little while. Not soon enough for him, of course, but soon."

It gets a little easier to recite every time she does it.

[gavemea_45]

Sam winces, a little, and continues to search her expression, except for when his glance flicks to the bruise she indicates.

"Ouch," he says, quietly. "But yeah, for a wreck, sounds like everyone got pretty lucky."

[ever_noteful]

"We did.

"We really did."

It could have been a lot worse.

(It very nearly was.)

"It's quite a topic to bring up at a party, isn't it? I'm sorry."

[gavemea_45]

"Hey, don't worry about it," Sam assures her, swiftly. "Believe me, I know from awkward topics."

"Want to try a different one instead?"