[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/22901/posts/ooc?page=1#post-641728]Sirenia St. Claire[/url][/center]
A sudden impact out of nowhere collided into the middle of Sirenia’s midsection while searching for her table. Both glasses of vodka spilled onto the front of the black latex dress rapidly gliding off the material with ease and dripping to the floor. The clash came from an intoxicated woman losing balance and shifting awkwardly on high heels. [b]“That’s Rebecca for you.”[/b] One of her so called friends commented while the rest burst into laughter, and scoffed at the embarrassing display. They did not offer any assistance or ask how Rebecca was. They simply shrugged their shoulders to the fetish model as if it was her problem to deal with now. Sirenia could call the situation many things but funny was certainly not one of them. She very carefully bent down to hoist the woman up with one fell swoop so that she could stand straight, and looked her over to see if she was hurt by the broken glass.

“Oh my God, I am soooo sorry about your dress. I can pay for it I swear to God.” The woman’s words were a slurred mess and the stench of alcohol radiated from her breath. Sirenia instantly recognized Rebecca from The Real World. Reality tv was another guilty pleasure she indulged in though many did not know that about her. 

[b]“No need to involve religion—coincidentally my dress is liquid proof. Don’t worry about it doll.”[/b] She said sincerely yet cast a snide glance to the reality stars party. 

“I don’t feel so good.” Rebecca’s face suddenly turned a haunting shade of white as she began grimacing. 

Sirenia quickened her pace to the ladies room practically dragging along dead weight. They passed by the same caterer who had not returned from searching for her table, and though upset with him she kindly asked for his assistance once again...maybe this time he would actually help.

[b]“Call a car please but make sure they drive to the back.”[/b] The words were said in passing as both women entered into the glamorous bathroom. Luckily they made it into a stall just in time and so commenced the visit to the porcelain thrown. Sirenia twisted the woman’s long brunette tresses into a messy braid before grabbing a towel for the woman to clean up with. 

“When does life get better?” Nearly exhausted from ridding the drinks Rebecca’s voice was a raspy hush.

[b]“Is that a trick question?”[/b] Sirenia smiled and helped the woman up. [b]“Let’s get you to that car.”[/b] 

“I feel much better now, thank you.” A gracious smile crossed the brunette’s lips and it was best that she leave for her eyes were blood shot.

They had never even exchanged names during this little mishap but both felt it unnecessary since they both wanted to forget this night ever happened--most likely. Sirenia waved to the distant car before being escorted back inside to the gathering. [i]Back to the bar…[/i] she thought with a chuckle even though she smelled like one from the previous accident. Before she even fully reached the location the bartender caught sight of her with a shake of his head and began concocting her vodka beverage. Like Deja Vu she took hold of the drink and threw a worrisome glance around the room, still unsure where her seat was. Hopefully if any speeches were to be given she would find that hidden place card or risk standing in the back for the duration.