"You're moping again, Zane."
Sitting on a set of jagged rocks upon the shore of the beach was a small woman. Her attention was taken from the empty thoughts she had before to her friend. Her friend was the one who really wanted to come to the party, she was more of an introvert and chose not to really socialize very much. Something about the atmosphere of parties she wasn't fond of. It wasn't just being at the party that had her down, it was for other reasons, ones she wasn't going to speak much about. Her friend proceeded to walk closer, the music thumping in the background. The waves crashed against the rocks, causing Zane to flinch a little.
"Not tonight, you promised you wouldn't be like this." Her friend pleaded, climbing up on the small mountain of stones. This was a yearly event and this was their first time coming, so she wanted her friend to experience this night. Especially since Zane never really got out much. This was an opportunity for her to mix and mingle and drink and live a little for once.
"Alright, Janette. I'll go..." She let out a sigh and pushed herself off of the rock and met up with her friend, walking back towards the party. The quietness soon disappeared as they drew closer to the commotion--well a commotion for her, and a party for the majority. It was civilized for a party. Not too many people were dancing, the vast majority of people were just talking and socializing.
Their intention was to go to the bar, except that didn't happen. A fairly large man was pushed into Zane, and somehow he managed to catch her. She was completely taken aback and let out a gasp, clutching onto the figure that had caught her. That was a miracle because they both fell. She quickly scrambled to her feet, her cheeks turning red.
"I'm so sorry, I'll have to watch were I'm going next time." She said gently with no ill manner. Now she would just have to hope he wasn't drunk and didn't curse her out, because of her clumsiness. She was naturally clumsy, so that was all the more excuse of why she probably shouldn't drink tonight. Janette had went off in a different direction, missing her friend's fall.
Sitting on a set of jagged rocks upon the shore of the beach was a small woman. Her attention was taken from the empty thoughts she had before to her friend. Her friend was the one who really wanted to come to the party, she was more of an introvert and chose not to really socialize very much. Something about the atmosphere of parties she wasn't fond of. It wasn't just being at the party that had her down, it was for other reasons, ones she wasn't going to speak much about. Her friend proceeded to walk closer, the music thumping in the background. The waves crashed against the rocks, causing Zane to flinch a little.
"Not tonight, you promised you wouldn't be like this." Her friend pleaded, climbing up on the small mountain of stones. This was a yearly event and this was their first time coming, so she wanted her friend to experience this night. Especially since Zane never really got out much. This was an opportunity for her to mix and mingle and drink and live a little for once.
"Alright, Janette. I'll go..." She let out a sigh and pushed herself off of the rock and met up with her friend, walking back towards the party. The quietness soon disappeared as they drew closer to the commotion--well a commotion for her, and a party for the majority. It was civilized for a party. Not too many people were dancing, the vast majority of people were just talking and socializing.
Their intention was to go to the bar, except that didn't happen. A fairly large man was pushed into Zane, and somehow he managed to catch her. She was completely taken aback and let out a gasp, clutching onto the figure that had caught her. That was a miracle because they both fell. She quickly scrambled to her feet, her cheeks turning red.
"I'm so sorry, I'll have to watch were I'm going next time." She said gently with no ill manner. Now she would just have to hope he wasn't drunk and didn't curse her out, because of her clumsiness. She was naturally clumsy, so that was all the more excuse of why she probably shouldn't drink tonight. Janette had went off in a different direction, missing her friend's fall.
