[She grins, an easy way to divert from the real heart of the matter: she just doesn't fucking care anymore.]
Hell if I know.
[The people milling about seem to notice they've been talking almost exclusively to each other. Was that normal? Was it not? She's chosen to forget the rules.
What she doesn't forget is how to irritate high society.
So she slips an arm into his, starts dragging him away as if she's already claimed him as hers for the night. Maybe she has, who knows.]
I think we can discuss better things than families. Champagne, maybe?
[Funny how she can still slip into those days of propriety long past.]
Though even champagne's a little boring. Wanna ditch?
no subject
Hell if I know.
[The people milling about seem to notice they've been talking almost exclusively to each other. Was that normal? Was it not? She's chosen to forget the rules.
What she doesn't forget is how to irritate high society.
So she slips an arm into his, starts dragging him away as if she's already claimed him as hers for the night. Maybe she has, who knows.]
I think we can discuss better things than families. Champagne, maybe?
[Funny how she can still slip into those days of propriety long past.]
Though even champagne's a little boring. Wanna ditch?