Adalia was having a great time at the party, making the most of the elaborate night out. No one knew who she was and that allowed her even more confidence than she usually exuded. Sure her dress was simply and quite cheap but she wore it like it was the most expensive dress there. She was disconnected from her usual day to day stresses and had shoved all thoughts of the kids into a little box, not to be opened until she got home. Tonight she would enjoy herself and just have a good time. It was a party with free food and free booze, what was not to love? As a sever walked by AR swept the last glass of bubbly off their tray in one swift, fluid movement that raised it straight to her lips. Glancing to the side she spotted a man looking at her. “Oh you didn’t want this did you?” she commented with a smirk on her red lips as her ponytail whipped rounds slightly.
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