#ml:eventinteractions

[leemeialone]

starter call -> @bashqureshi​ location : le cirque, june charity event

Mei laughed as her dance partner spun her into a low dip, her emotions pure and genuine, unaltered by any such vice that evening. The evening before, she’d partaken in the fruity event cocktails in excess and while she hadn’t woken with a hangover, she felt saddened she hadn’t been able to dance and experience the evening in all its splendor properly. So much work had been put into it, she felt it was a shame. 

Bidding the woman she danced with farewell as the song came to an end, Mei broke off from the crowd in search of food. She knew there were food trucks outside and so it was there she found herself moments later, deliberating between options. 

“Choices, choices... so many good choices. What to choose...” She was muttering, she knew, but she didn’t pay much mind to it.

[leemeialone]

starter call -> @elifalvey​ location : le cirque, june charity event

‘I wonder how long it took him to acquire a gag reflex that allows him to swallow swords...’ Mei mused silently, running her thumb around the glass rim of her cocktail distractedly. As she watched the performer from her place among the back of the crowd gathered, she simply found her intrusive thought rather amusing. Maybe not appropriate for the situation, given the function is sponsoring a charity for children, but it was distracting enough for her to be entertained by the showing and laugh under her breath.

[leemeialone]

starter call -> @atlaswilliams​ location : le cirque, june charity event

The charity event was in full swing by time Mei walked inside. Packed with locals and summer tourists alike, Le Cirque was a hive of conversation, costumes, and music. The energy was contagious, active, and she found herself reacting to it like a live wire. She had grabbed one of the event specific cocktails being offered while she walked around, greeting familiar faces and declining to talk business when she ran into a client. After all, she wasn’t on the clock and wouldn’t be again until Monday.

Clad in a beautiful emerald dress, she made her way back over to the bar for another drink. It was more packed than it was earlier with it getting darker outside and she found she ended up having to squeeze between two occupied bar stools in order to get to the bartender. She picked another event drink at random, and waited, leaning against the bar. The person at her back rose to leave his stool, and Mei stumbled the half step forward into another. Forever uncoordinated even with years of ballet under her belt. “I’m so sorry, are you alright?”