HOLIDAY CHARITY GALA | OPEN

[ironmanic]

WHEN; December 23 | 7:00 p.m. | City Solutions
RATING; G
CHARACTERS; Everyone
SUMMARY; On behalf of City Solutions- welcome. The party don't start 'til you walk in ♥
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[zombiefree]

[Holy crowds, Batman. Wichita's gotten used to the whole 'these people aren't sick, so there's no need to feel anxious when you're surrounded by them' thing, but right now it seems to be hitting her harder than usual. Her game face is pretty solid though, and it's easy to look comfortable at a party when you're rocking an incredible dress, but underneath it all she's a bundle of nerves, nursing her drink like she actually needs the liquid courage.

Get a grip, Wichita. Or... get another drink.

Mhm, yes, that mental scolding is all she needs to get her to turn back to the bar, thunking her empty glass back on the counter.]

I'll have another, please. The same. --Make it dirty.

[shifts]

How many of those have you had thus far?

[ It's a casual remark from this side of the bar. ]

[zombiefree]

This one will be my first. [She grins at the bartender as he serves up her drink, her fingers immediately finding the straw to stir around the ice as she turns to talk to the man that actually addressed her.]

Because the first two don't count, right? The bartender's still learning to make it right, and it's mostly just juice anyway. I have a good feeling about this one, though.

[immortaltwat]

[Hey, Zombie Girl. Your favourite non-Dublin Irishman is suddenly leaning on the bar next to you.]

Make that two dirty.

[zombiefree]

[She'd deny it, but a bright smile spreads across her features when she hears that smarmy accent. Good, maybe this party wouldn't be so boring.]

Wow, I guess they really are just letting just about anyone into this thing, huh.

[immortaltwat]

[Nathan shoots her look, pulling at the open collar of his shirt.]

Hey, I look well classy. I'm pretty sure this thing was expensive.

[zombiefree]

Yeah, you look- [It might have started as a compliment, and she might have only paused to find a good word, but then she hears the distinct sound of two glasses being set down on the bar. Ah. She slides his drink closer to him with two fingers.]

You look like you could use a drink. [And she does too, she's sure of it. Which is why she's taking a big sip of hers now.]

[immortaltwat]

I could always use a drink.

[He grins, raising his glass before downing half of it with a large swallow, pulling a face as it goes down. Jesus, that's strong. Not that he minds.] So, what brings you here? Free booze?

[zombiefree]

Free booze, trying my hand at not being as anti-social as I have been. It's kinda weird still, but whatever. Booze helps. [She's mostly here because the chance of pulling some kind of con was too great. Like maybe she'd feel better if she manipulated the hell out of someone.]

And this stuff isn't meant to be ..chugged, Mr. Classy. You'll make yourself sick before the night's over.

[immortaltwat]

That's sort of the point. It isn't a party until you've vomited all over the most expensive furniture you can find.

Anyway, if you're aiming to stop being anti-social, you've got to get as much of this stuff down as you can manage. It's hell of a lot easier to stop caring when you can't see straight.

[zombiefree]

Believe it or not, I don't actually like barfing in public. And it's not that I care too much, it's-- I dunno. Either way, barfing isn't gonna help my goal to get back into the swing of things.

And if you think I'm gonna be the one to hold back your hair when you start puking, you are sorely mistaken.

[immortaltwat]

Wasn't counting on it. What do you think girlfriends are for?

[Aren't you jealous you aren't dating him, Zombie Girl? You're really missing out here.]

[zombiefree]

[--Jealous isn't exactly the first emotion that hits her.]

You have a girlfriend? [She's blurting it out before she can stop herself, but then she's turning to lean back on the bar, just as an excuse to look out at the party instead of right at him. More things she'd have to get used to again - the concept of people actually having time to be in relationships. She's shocked when she likely has no right to be, it's just- weird.]

[immortaltwat]

[Nathan shoots her a look, turning his attention back to what's left of his drink.]

Well, you don't have to sound so surprised...

[zombiefree]

Not what a meant. [She practically waves the comment off, but thinks better of it.]

You should have told me sooner, that's all. [Because now she had a reason to actually watch what she said, how she acted. Wichita is a lot of things, but she's not going to let herself get in the middle of anyone's ..things. Feelings, whatever the hell. She couldn't handle that.]

Though I can't say I thought you were even the boyfriend .. type.

[immortaltwat]

Hey, I'm totally the boyfriend type. It's the cheapest way to keeping up with an active sex life. Not to mention the easiest.

It's not like there was much to tell, anyway. I think we only got back together this month.