Eristical

   Ultraviolet lights up the room in neon against the contrast of the deep dark purple filling up the shadows of the room. The room is filled with people chatting with each other in small cliques. While most people find their niche, not everyone gets to. In every party, there’s usually a handful of what most people would call ‘wallflowers’. Withdrawn individuals who hang out by themselves on the margins of the party, not really meaning to disturb the established environment in which they’re occupying. 

   Over there against the wall stands a reclusive young woman. Despite being hunched over, her lankiness is quite very apparent. She's silently keeping to herself, completely absorbed in the conversation she's having on her phone. Her eyes are glazed without a single glint in them, solemnly looking down as she’s rapidly typing. 

   On the other side of the room stands a young man in a charcoal grey jacket, donning eye sore inducing neon orange cargo pants that make his attempt at blending within the crowd rather ridiculous. The mysterious dame draws his attention as he starts moving towards her direction until suddenly a stain on the floor causes him to freeze as he calculates his way around it. He sneaks towards the woman and places himself next to her.

Emil:

 Soooooo, what's your name?

Zuri: 

Zuri, how about yours?

   Emil takes a pause, he's gathering on whether he should tell her the name he's currently going by or the name he wants to start experimenting with now. He looks around the room and makes his choice.

Emil:

 Emil. I don't think I've seen you around here

Zuri:

 That's a new one. I'm sort of a floater here, I don't really have a lot of people that I talk to 

Emil: 

Doesn't really seem to be working out for you, does it? Well I figured you might wanna see something really cool I can do 

Zuri:

 Sure, whatever it is, it TOTALLY beats whatever is happening right now

Emil picks up Iryhs from his back, his rubbery arms having to be detangled from Emil's shoulders

Emil: 

Hi, my name is ------ (a sudden noise interrupts this part), how are ya doin'? 

   He lifts the doll’s plastic hand and waves at her frantically, almost playing up the absurdity of the doll. Zuri lights up her blunt and takes a deep breath, she then proceeds to blow a bubble with the vapors in her mouth as a sort of tradeoff. She aims her blunt at Emil as if she's expecting him to take a blow.

Zuri:

 Here, you wanna try? You look like you need it

Emil gets very anxious and looks away from it in utter disgust, like a cat placed near bath water

Emil: 

NOOOOOOOOOooooooo thank you, I don't partake in such activities

Zuri giggles to herself as she says,

Zuri:

 You're acting like such a cop, it's weird. Anyways, what's YOUR deal? I feel like I've seen you before but I just can't place my finger on it…

   Sweating buckets, Emil starts looking around as if some sort of veneer has just been exposed

Emil:

 Uhhhhhhhh, mayyyyyybeee you just saw me at the park or something. Honestly it could be ANYTHING and I MEAN anything, like whyyyy would you think that you saw me when I just told you that I haven't seen you around here before how could you possibly know for a shining fucking fact that you've seen me when I haven't even seen your face around despite how goddamn fucking long I've lived around this area what could POSSIBLY make you say that????

   Emil stummers as his nervous rambling SURELY has given himself away, riiiiiightttt?? Zuri’s visible eye widens for a second but it quickly goes back to its usual dazed state.

Zuri: 

Ehh, you're probably right. Everyone says I need to get my head out of the clouds. So I'm probably just mistaking you for someone else.