We were supposed to be just friends
Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in
Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in
She's fashionably late. Even later than Mateo and Everest were. Something the attuned notes as she strolls up the sandy path, planning to actually use the front door like a normal person this time. Spotting her friend by the bonfire, Paige slows only slightly to give him a nod, a faint smile curling on her lips. "Look who finally filled out. Miss you, Ever." Paige calls in greeting to Everest, tossing him an easy wink before she leaves him to his quiet musings, knowing better than to disturb him too much. At least while she's still sober, that is.
The place is crawling with people. Many she hasn't met and some she would be stupid not to recognize. With a familiarity that comes from shifting through the crowded streets of Torchline, Paige situates herself against a post near the water's edge after dropping her name in the raffle bucket, having grabbed a drink or two on her way by. She downs the first one in a flash and makes sure to sip the second one, not wanting to mix things too quickly, bright eyes scanning the room for the only person she really cares to see here.
Spotting Flora tucked into a booth with someone she doesn't recognize, the attuned doesn't interrupt, instead pulling out a rolled cigarette from a packet and placing it between her lips. Rolling her exposed neck, she lights it with a flick, inhaling deeply on the mixture and feeling warmth sweep through her seconds later. Lovely. Glancing to her right, eyes fall on someone she would recognize anywhere and Paige sidles up behind them easily. "Enjoying yourself?" She whispers into Mateo's seashell adorned ear, grinning as she peaks around his shoulder and catches him in a hug, carefully balancing her drink and smoke in the process.
The place is crawling with people. Many she hasn't met and some she would be stupid not to recognize. With a familiarity that comes from shifting through the crowded streets of Torchline, Paige situates herself against a post near the water's edge after dropping her name in the raffle bucket, having grabbed a drink or two on her way by. She downs the first one in a flash and makes sure to sip the second one, not wanting to mix things too quickly, bright eyes scanning the room for the only person she really cares to see here.
Spotting Flora tucked into a booth with someone she doesn't recognize, the attuned doesn't interrupt, instead pulling out a rolled cigarette from a packet and placing it between her lips. Rolling her exposed neck, she lights it with a flick, inhaling deeply on the mixture and feeling warmth sweep through her seconds later. Lovely. Glancing to her right, eyes fall on someone she would recognize anywhere and Paige sidles up behind them easily. "Enjoying yourself?" She whispers into Mateo's seashell adorned ear, grinning as she peaks around his shoulder and catches him in a hug, carefully balancing her drink and smoke in the process.
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