A rather tall young gentleman, looking very British stood still in front of the impressive mansion. A sigh escaped him. He would have preferred arriving with a date on his arm, but the date in particular he’d had in mind had been, as of late, hard to get ahold of. He took a moment to admire the surrounding gardens, fiddled with his jacket buttons, and made his way to the door.
“There you are!” A familiar voice stopped him. He looked around.
The dear voice he recognized belonged to the very girl he’d not seen for a week. She had been waiting in the gardens, mostly out of sight, in a long slim gown made from emerald green satin with gold lace at the waist and at the neckline. The thin lace straps left her fair shoulders uncovered and her red hair had been left undone.
The pretty little package, full of spunk as usual, came to stand in front of him, hands on her hips. “So tell me, Andy, why don’t I have a date to this ball?”
He smiled, “Well, you haven’t been around to ask.”
“No excuses!”
He laughed and allowed himself too really look at her. She smiled and approached him, placing her hands on his jacket collar. She took a moment to adjust a tie that needed no adjusting. “So. Will you be asking me some time this year?”
In mock formality, he took her hand and said, “Ally, will you do me the honor of being my date for the Quistis Ball?”
“Yes I will. Your arm, please.” He extended it; she took it. They entered through the unfortunate doorway and let themselves be announced.
“OceanEyes, SuperModerator of General Chat and Art, kupo. Djinn, Moderator of General Gaming and Final Fantasy XII, kupo.” The moogle wiggled with pride over the successful introduction.
So far, so good.
((OOC: Writing this during finals week: gooood idea. It’ll be funtimes. And yes, I talked to Andy. And yes, we had a very similar conversation.))
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