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Post by Talion on Jun 14, 2010 17:09:15 GMT -5
Deoridhe settles down on the recently vacated couch, stretching out her legs and smiling sunnily at the group of three who were headed in the same direction.
Deoridhe is bouncing in time with the music, jealously guarding her corner of the couch from any and all attackers. She's even arranged for a bit of a cushion barracade, stealthily swiping cushions form her neighbors when they get distracted and positioning them to either side. Thus bulwarked, she settles in to enjoy her drink.
Deoridhe wrinkles her nose, edging away from a rather persistant beau and - when she distracts him with a handy - look cleavage! - she gets a second cushion in between him and herself before making a casual comment about how annoying herpes was.
Deoridhe finally finishes her drink, bouncing up to drop off her glass and return to the dancefloor. She offers Lanier a smile once she hits the bar.
Deoridhe spins and dances very enthusiastically, having managed to find a mostly unmolested corner of the dance floor to carve out as her own. She keeps her eyes only open far enough to make sure she doesn't bump into people while she dances.
Deoridhe giggles to herself, singing along (about an octive higher) with the music a little and mixing up a number of the words. She spins and bounces, catching sight of Cirus in passing but not focussing too much on him.
((Thus Deo makes herself a cushion fort inside FB and proves she should not get a job as a singer))
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