Cradling a plateful of food against her chest with her mouth already stuffed with a pumpkin pasty, the blonde swallowed hard as her eyes fell to the dance floor. Strangely, she wasn’t too bothered by not having a date. In fact, she almost enjoyed the freedom to sample all the food she wanted and not worry what her breath smelt like by the end of it all.
“I broke a plate,” she whispered to the body beside her, ducking her head down as her eyes scanned the plate of treats for her next victim. “Or three...” she confessed while shoveling a miniature lemon dessert in her mouth.