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Gotham fundraising gala event, part 3
Monroe was attempting to leave the gala, there were rumblings and she could see people moving. She had a feeling she would end up with bloodstains on her jumpsuit, not that she was sparticularly attatched to the outfit, but she had put effort into how she looked tonight and blood don silk was not her favorite combo. She moved through the crowd fluidly, dodging small talk and empty greatings, until she quite nearly ran down her friend. She considered pushing forward, but stopped herself, Mirela was an old friend and they hadn’t seen eachother nearly enough recently “Mirela! Hi, it's so lovely to see you” she smiled, but it was tight, strained, until she took a deep breath. She centered herself and turned fully towards Mirala. “How’re you and the little blueberry, enjoying the evening?”