#auradoncallum

[aleenaandersen]

( TEXT ➵ CAT PISS )

LENA: is it too late to apologize for abruptly ditching you at the party? perhaps. am i going to do it anyway? yes, even though we both know i think women shouldn't apologize so often.

LENA: sorry for being an ass, especially since i dragged you there in the first place. please tell me you didn't spend the night holed up in a corner with only the too-drunk frat boys who passed out on the couch to keep you company.

[bridgettecharming]

Ball’s had grown boring and tiresome for Bridgette over the years. She had been paraded at them since she could walk and after the years and years of false smiles plastered on her face, there wasn’t much more she could take. The only relief was the amount of drinks that seemed to be handed out throughout the night. She was on her fifth glass of champagne, but who was counting. Honestly, at this point, she was contemplating asking the bartender to just hand her over the whole bottle, but she knew the moment that happened she’d be conveniently sent home for the night thanks to her father. The man was in the room and he had eyes like a hawk. She had already been asked why she had come without a date. A girl of her beauty and stature should have an equally important man on her arm, and it caused her to roll her eyes. It was after that conversation with her papa that she decided to find the nearest bar and down a glass when no one was looking.

While Bridgette was often good at keeping her composure, it was when she was a few glasses in that the sweet tooth kicked in. And so she made her way over to the dessert table, blue eyes trained on the most delectable looking chocolate covered strawberry, when she caught sight of a familiar boy in a skirt. Her brows furrowed as she took in the outfit, realizing she was mistaken and it was actually a kilt. Head falling to the side, she found herself appreciating the look. The outfit was somehow rugged, most likely due to the dark, thick wool it seemed to be made out of. but it also had a sense of sophistication to it. Well done. Looking back at her father and seeing the way his eyes glared at Callum’s attire, Bridgette knew she just had to talk to him. “Why if it isn’t Kent Clark.” She spoke, as she approached him. Obviously referencing one of the many costume’s she had suggested for him on Halloween night. “I’m happy to see you dressed for the occasion this time.” No half assed shirt shoved into a pair of slacks. Or gods forbid a clip on tie. She had seen it once from a classmate, and it was horrendous. “Tell me. What have you tried? What is awful, and what should I take two portions of?” She questioned, motioning towards the pastries and sweet treats.

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[ellegothel]

Glancing around as she tried to track down her now-missing clutch (god, Mimi was going to be highly disappointed in her if she’d lost it), Elle was having absolutely no luck as she went from table to table, trying as discretely as possible to see if a shiny purse-like object had been left behind.

It felt like she’d been searching for an hour, but that was probably the exhaustion of doing several turns about the room after already having danced a decent amount. All in heels. Zeus, what time was it even?

Finding a male already sitting at the next table she was set to search, Elle gave the area a quick once-over as she considered speaking up. She didn’t even know if she’d ever heard the male speak before, but he could probably answer a simple question for her, right?

“Sorry if I’m intruding on a... quiet moment of reflection, but do you happen to know the time?” she asked, continuing on to over-explain herself as per usual. “I think I misplaced my phone and it feels like this night has been going on for days, so I clearly have no sense of things.”

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[aleenaandersen]

Anyone who was anyone within Auradon City was expected to make an appearance at the Winter Solstice Ball. Regal events that required prim and formal attire weren’t necessarily anything Aleena ever bothered to attend if she could help it, but there was no way she’d miss tonight if it meant she could spend it alongside her friends before they embarked on their winter breaks and were separated by land and sea. And if she were to endure the night, it surely wouldn’t be on her own, which was why she had convinced Callum to come as her date -- platonically, of course, much to the chagrin of their mothers. If not at her side, she knew he’d likely find the loneliest corner in all of the ball to awkwardly stand in, so she kept him rather close, the two standing to the side of the ballroom in order to watch others dance for a moment. 

Their presence hadn’t gone unnoticed, however, garnering bewildered looks from some party-goers who couldn’t believe he was the one who had donned the skirt and she the suit. It was a kilt, of course, but it was all the same in the eyes of those who were so rigidly stuck in the ways of such antiquated gender roles. It didn’t take long for Lena to notice, and when she did, she made it a point to stare just as pointedly back until people would eventually scramble in embarrassment and pretend as if something caught their attention elsewhere. Gods, people were stupid. After a while, though, it was far more amusing than daunting, and she nudged Callum with her elbow as she said, “How about we take a shot every time someone gawks?” Aleena said it in jest, of course -- unless...

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