“And if you had to sum up this event in one word what would it be?” Victoria asked another party goer, recording their answer on her phone. She knew that this was a party but she also knew that this gala was a story, and if she got some good quotes she was sure that she could get her editor to let her write on this. After all, it was one of the biggest events in the city of the year and she had gotten an invitation. It was a reporter’s dream come true.
“Thank you for your time,” she said after they had given her their answer and then off she went to find someone else who looked like they might have something to say.
The question hadn’t been asked to her but Indigo was nothing but nosy. So, after listening to the conversation, she said, a cheeky smile on her face, “Boring would probably be my answer.” And, to be fair, Indigo’s type of party was usually not the type that required her to dress up. Or the type that were inside buildings. Or the type that were anything other than the field of an abandoned farm that served only yuengling and mike’s hard lemonade.
“Do rich people even know how to have fun?” She smirked looking out among the crowd. “Back home, a shin dig like this would’ve already had some drunk rednecks and a circle of dancin’ that doesn’t leave even close to enough room for Jesus. ‘Least that’s how the dances turned out.” And she had never been the type to go to those event because she liked them, more that there was a rumor her high school was haunted and she always wanted the opportunity to snoop but she had always found some cheap amusement in just how uncouth her peers were.
“Haven’t heard a single rumor that this place in haunted, an’ that. No creepy murder cellars either.” Instead, she was stuck networking. “It’s a shame.”
