That little get-together was supposed to be a chance to socialize and have fun. It was supposed to be a day of fun, of excitement, of letting loose and just... winging it and doing whatever you so fancied.
But instead of jumping in and having fun, Celerity had found herself very much playing the role of the local corner potted plant. She stood at a far corner of the venue, shuffling a little in place to the ambient music, surveying the chatting, laughing crowd, holding in her hands a cup of fruit punch without great interest. After practically pouncing onto the drink to pour herself a cup from noticing it had fruit bits floating into it, sheâd found the taste not to exactly please her palate all that much, and had felt just a teensy bit disappointed. After that, she hadnât really found much that had caught her eye.
Most everyone had already flocked towards known faces, or gotten together to chat, leaving her one of the only people that she could see that had no one to talk to. Well, this was a little awkward. This party was... not exactly off to a great start.
Although, she did remember some known faces - what few there were in her fresh mind, were supposed to be at the party. Which was why, despite being just a little bummed out, she was still scanning the room with great caution, looking for said known faces. At first, not that much came out of it - a lot of different costumes on a lot of different people, which she could appreciate, but nothing she recognized. She spotted a moving afro across the room, and stifled a small giggle, watching its owner move about through the crowd, going at their business. She didnât know disco-themed disguises were a thing - her little sister only mentionned there being monsters, princesses and general societal roles, not really eras. Though, you could debate that dressing up as a knight fit in that particular cathegory by default.
As her mind went on a small tangeant, the moving afro bush turned around, just a little, Celerity taking the time to have a little sip from her cup. That was when she caught a glimpse of the side of its bearerâs face, busy with whatever they were doing, and noticed the large red lens optic embedded where their eye normally shouldâve gone. Now, she didnât know that many robot masters, granted. But she knew ONE, and that type of appliance wasnât found everywhere.
Celerity sputtered loudly as she realized her mouth had been left open, leaving her drink to dribble back the way it came, wiping her mouth in a smooth motion, and bounding over to Drone - yep, that only couldâve been Drone.
âHey- Hey!â She called out, making her way through the crowd with small bits of âOops, sorry!â before planting hersely in front of the disco âbot, grinning and reaching to grab his hand to shake VIGOROUSLY. âItâs been a while!â
