@adambauer
Constance would never be caught dead at a glitzy party she wasn’t planning, or that’s what she would tell herself before... but come on, there was a date auction. How could she miss that? So she filled out one of those little questionnaires, put herself up for bid, and spent way too much on a dress that she officially wanted to live in, it was so comfortable. For about an hour or so, she mingled with a few people she knew -- former clients, a few acquaintances, some people she worked with -- but quickly grew bored with the endless small talk, and was starting to get tipsy as she continued to drink champagne whenever a server offered it to her. After draining her fourth glass, she went in search of something fun to do (or maybe just more alcohol), and found a familiar face in the crowd. “You’re here!” she announced, all smiles and radiating energy, as she flounced over to where he was standing, her arms winding around his waist -- mostly to catch herself, but kind of because she wanted to touch him. “Look at you, all intimidating and handsome in your uniform. You should wear this more often.”
