Xerian
POPPED CHERRY
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I'M BACK BITCHES
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Post by Xerian on Oct 7, 2010 14:50:55 GMT -5
Now she was nervous.
Fingers twisted around each other as the tiny girl eyed the club with wide, cold blue eyes. There were so many other people and they were all taller than her from what she could see. Xerian suddenly felt like she was five inches tall, not five feet as she edged through the throng of dancers towards the bar.
She chose a peach flavoured drink that had just a hint of alcoholic flavour to it. Either the barman wasn't paying attention tot he age of the guests, or he just didn't care. Not that Xerian was far off being legal anyway.
Sipping the drink through the pink straw provided, she shimmied her way across the room, trying to look as though she was dancing enough that it wasn't entirely obvious that she was feeling just a little uncomfortable.
Xerian had been to parties in the past, naturally; but they had never been on the same caliber as this one. For starters, there was very rarely alcohol this freely available. Secondly, it was nearly always girls as Xerian had never really been allowed to attend parties with more than a handful of boys present unless Lysander was with her. Of course, in the last couple of years, he hadn't been there.
She let out a little sigh and fought with her straw as it tried to escape the confines of her mouth and skirted around her glass. Finally catching the damn thing between her teeth, she supped on her drink and scanned the room once more. Who the hell was Blaze, anyway? It seemed a little odd to her that she had been invited to a party by someone she didn't even know... but at the end of the day, it gave her a chance to get to know other Trainers and so she had attended.
That and not coming after being invited would have been just a trifle on the rude side, would it not?
Another gentle sigh broke past her lips. Everyone else seemed to be having fun. After this drink, perhaps she should indulge in something just a little stronger. Perhaps then her nerves and awkwardness would vanish and she'd feel more comfortable.
Nah, that wouldn't do the trick, though she probably would try it anyway. What she really needed to settle into the swing of this party, was interaction.
She tugged at one of her ears, pale eyes checking each dancer and inhabitant of the room curiously. Who should she pick to interact with first? She wouldn't interrupt the dancers. No, she'd do that later when she felt a little looser. There had to be SOMEONE who would be perfect for her to strike up some sort of contact with... right?
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