by Morgan Landry 1/1/2015, 4:42 pm
Cleopatra was a bit let down. Nice? She looked only nice to him? Also, today? Did that mean she didn't look good the other days?
Ah, he's probably just too shy and confused by my beauty. That must be it. After all, don't I have the infatuation belt around my waist?
Cleopatra twirled on the floor, careful not to shed any of her cocktail on the icy ground. Everything was ice here, the bar, the tables... She spotted Justin, her half-brother, having a drink then focused on the beat. She started dancing closer to Hani, her hands innocently lingering on his shoulders, her hips brushing against his. His closeness and bodily warmth were heady.
If Lakisha hadn't come as the White Witch for Halloween already, she would've come as that for this winter dance. But wearing two times the same outfit wasn't exactly great or tasteful, so instead, she had dressed up as an ice skater tonight, with the white high heeled ankle boots her mother had given her for solstice a year ago. With that, she had a slightly longer version of a figure skater's outfit: an elegant navy blue dress stitched with glittering arabesques, the silk shimmering softly while the tiny sapphire chunks of her necklace sparkled in the warm candlelight. Her thick auburn hair was pinned up in a braided bun, the same style she used for most of her skating competitions, graced with a single ice flower.
She had come with Cassie though soon broke away to help with supervising the dance. Prevent all these bubbleheads from wrecking havoc.
]It had been some time since Lee had last been to a party; they were common at her school but she generally didn't go to them. They were all, twerk and chug. Lee rather spent that time pranking others' rooms, breaking into teachers' offices, climbing to the rooftops or sneaking out to dance on the streets. That's how she learned breakdancing after all.
However tonight, with all the ice, breakdancing could hurt. She might still try it though -- where's the fun without the risk?
For the winter wonderland dance, she had dressed up as Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians. Blue hoodie, brown skinny trousers, crooked stick and white hair spray, the only thing she had left out were the bare feet. Heck, she wasn't suicidal. Her feet were stuffed in big socks and flat soled leather boots, thank you very much.
Upon entering the snowy party area, the Amerindian daughter of Hermes went straight for the buffet. There were only two other people there, Justin, from the Aphrodite's, and Zen, from the Ares'.
"Sup, pretty boy," she told Justin as she grabbed a handful of crackers. There was nothing flirtatious in her way of saying that, she generally called children of Aphrodite pretty boy or pretty girl.
Last edited by Morgan Landry on 1/6/2015, 7:09 pm; edited 1 time in total
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