#swwinterball

“I know we’re not supposed to claim things, but if you write your name down for the housekeeping you’re going to lose. Like Seb and I need it,” Antony chuckled, “though I might be able to be bribed if you can find somewhere that I can take a nap. 

“You see that woman over there, who’s judging the books I donated?” Emmie grumbled pointing her head at her mother and the woman’s disapproving glare, “if you see her come towards me, do me a favor and have an emergency. I don’t care what kind, just an emergency.” 

Juniper had been searching for Chris but the ballroom was crowded. At the same time, they were keeping an eye out for Zach to avidly avoid encountering again that night. Finding their fiance in the sea of people was feeling like an impossibility and they knew that he wasn’t wearing his smart watch and doubted that he would hear his phone. They took a small break from searching and headed for the open bar. Knowing that they were a lightweight, they decided to cash in on the one alcoholic drink that they were allowing themself that night. If nothing else, a cocktail could help provide a good excuse for why they looked a fraction of the way that they currently felt. Ordering out of their norm, Juni asked for a vodka cranberry and leaned against the bar, staring down at it while their mind replayed the earlier incident and keeping them momentarily oblivious of their surroundings.

“I know that participating in the silent auction is for a good cause, but how did everything get so expensive so fast?” Raj asked, looking over the different papers and wincing. Even though he and Xavier could afford it, something about spending this much just felt wrong. “It’s like a blinked and things were instantly over a thousand dollars.” 

Nichelle stood off near one of the ballroom walls, away from the silent auction displays and away from the dance floor, watching people while sipping on a fruity cocktail. When a more familiar face approached, Nichelle was already starting to blush with some embarrassment, glancing down at herself. “I told Celeste that this dress was too much--I feel like a giant, green cream puff. I should’ve gone with the dress I had in mind. You look great though.”

“If we’re all at this ball and dressed up, then I want a dance tonight.” Celeste held her hand out. “Come on. One twirl around the room and then I’ll leave you alone about dancing.”