#v.reignition

❝ That’s a big lie there    Kweenie. ❞

Ilana knew she was going to regret agreeing to come, making face was never fun and now it somehow felt worse. It had nothing with the dress, although the sleeveless gown had some influence, but the people. The amount, the chatter, it was mind numbing and anxious driving. Even if their eyes didn’t stare at her arm she felt it and in some strange way it made the aching worse. Fussing through the crowd she tugged at the fabric of his coat to pull his attention back. ❝ Pops...❞

These galas had never been quite a fit. It’s like squeezing an outdoor dog into a dress, it’ll look kind of cute but it doesn’t last long. Not that she didn’t mind the formal attire, over the years she had some help with that. However the atmosphere had never adjusted and the air only felt thicker now than before.  People were practically shoulder to shoulder no matter the steps, alcohol in hand, chatting about their latest endeavors that only fed ego and self benefactions rather than helping others. The brunette lingered within the back in an attempt to avoid talk or explain her whereabouts. Small talk wasn’t a fruitful endeavor, just came with wide eyed judgement and hidden disapproval to later gossip upon. Somehow the further she kept away the sounds still grew and it was getting to her. Fragments tied in tangents nothing made sense, the pace of her heart matching as the words came one ear out the next. At some point the voices didn’t even match the faces, almost out of the setting. Anxiety’s a bitch. Being visited by nightmares is a bitch. Her hand tightened on the glass of champagne as eyes paced back and forth looking for the familiar face she attended with. The out of place behavior was steadily becoming obvious, shaking leg, constant fidgeting, biting her lip and gutting it through to find her other Ilana felt some relief spotting them.  ❝ Hi- sorry to interrupt but may I just grab a moment? ❞

Her feet carried little weight grazing the ground one step at a time. The speech coordinating within lingered her lips, anxiety had no reason to hover if Lana made her place, but he had every reason to decline her request. Stopping at the frame of the door the girl politely knocked at the structure and spoke up. “ Mr. Rogers? ” she peered in slightly, brown curls blocking her view. “ If I could have a moment of your time? ”

“ You know you are a very hard person to find, right? ” Conservatively tightening her form Ilana nonchalantly took a seat, her eyes didn’t meet the others but lingered at the thin crowd.

❝ Listen, I need you to me a serious favor and not a word to anyone.❞