Elle may have been caught off guard at the offering of a champagne flute from seemingly out of nowhere, but she didn’t let that surprise last for long. With a gracious smile and a thrilled ‘thank you’, she took the flute into her hands, taking a small sip.
She was pretty sure that she and the male who had handed it to her had a class together. One of her music classes, to be precise. But she also wasn’t entirely sure. He had a familiar face, though, so she drank without hesitation. Somehow all of the champagne bearers had avoided her thus far in the evening. Shoutout to the Powers That Be for making sure she was well supplied anyway.
If she’d known what she was signing up for, though, maybe she would have declined.
“Spicy conversation?” Elle asked, panic setting in the more she thought of what she was expected to say. What did one consider to be a spicy thought? What if the spiciest thought she could come up with was only mild? Was the girl really even capable of a spicy thought? Probably. Deep down. But getting those spicy thoughts to come out seemed less likely. Especially at a ball, which her mother had always coached her to a) never attend but b) be the most ladylike at if she were to somehow be forced to go.
“Um. Spicy thought. Some of these music choices tonight are… terrible,” she tossed out, really not wanting to sound mean, but also realizing in that moment that it wasn’t untruthful. Well then. “Wow. That thought actually made it all the way out into the light of day.”
Fjord nodded at her, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, spicy, saucy, whatever adjective you wanna use.” He shrugged, “Anything really.” Observing her over the flute, Fjord couldn’t hide the amused grin tugging at his lips. She seemed to be unsure of how to proceed with the conversation, perhaps internally panicking over what to say. To be fair, it was a pretty odd way to strike up a conversation but then again it was Fjord asking - he was kind of odd at times. But he figured even the most mild mannered of ball attendees probably had something interesting to say about the going on’s - wasn’t there rumors of relationship drama at the least? Not that Fjord cared much for that, he would rather focus on anything but his peer’s love lives.
It looked like the nervous one was willing to deliver.
He had been mid-sip when she brought up the music, and Fjord nearly choked. Setting his own drink aside, the young man’s head bobbed enthusiastically in a nod, eyes wide with agreement. “Don’t even get me started on this garbage. I’m appalled, frankly. I mean, King Mitch is like the modern youth’s leader. He brings those isle kids here and spices things up - the least he could do is give these balls a much needed upgrade when it comes to the tunes! I’m pretty sure my grandma wouldn’t even be a fan of any of this. You know, if she was alive.” He shook his head, “The music’s been such a drag. I mean thank goodness the food is good, but, like, balls are all about the dancing and stuff. Let’s shake it up!” He thought for a moment before raising a brow at her, a mischievous look glinting in his eyes. “Do you think they’d be mad if we requested the Electric Slide or something? Can you imagine King Adam’s face if we traded the waltz for a line dance?”
As they spoke, Fjord couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side and eye the girl curiously. She looked familiar, but so did most people. Most of the younger people there were students at AU so likely they had crossed paths at school but he couldn’t place his finger on exactly where. Or maybe she was a groupie or someone he delivered food to frequently - he had many ways to encounter people but an attention span that was too small for him to recall their faces. “I know you. How do I know you? Are we in the same class? Or did we hook up once?” Fjord honestly couldn’t place her, but then again unless you were related... there was a big chance he forgot who you were within five minutes.
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