Rhythmloid — Roleplayer Guild

"Oh, I'm sorry Rolo. I didn't mean to scare you that badly. I thought I would just surprise you." she giggles as Chet sets her down. She felt a little bad for scaring the poor guy, but it was funny to watch him flail around.

Her cheeks blush at the barrage of compliments she gets. Rolo thought she looked pretty? She didn't look that nice, did she? It wasn't anything fancy and she never puts make up on. It makes her face itch like crazy. But she'll take a compliment any day, no matter what.

"T-Thank you. I-I, uh..." She's at a loss for words until Chet leaves. What did he mean by that?!

"Chet, what in the world are you-?!" but he was already off chatting up a girl he had found. She pouts and stamps her foot. How rude! You can't walk away when someone is talking to you! She mutters to herself until the bartender catches her attention.

"Drinks? Oh, that's a good question. I don't drink alcohol very much so I don't really know." She takes a seat next to Rolo.

"The only drinks I've had is the champagne from New Years and Daddy's beer on his birthday. I only get a little sip because Daddy is afraid I'll get addicted. She giggles sheepishly. Her cheeks are still red from the compliments; especially Rolo's.

"If you have anything sweet, I'll take it." She adds.

Corrine had finished the book she stole from Olivers library. Oh, what a horrible tale of romance with a side of extra cheese. One more look at the clock signaled her to head off. She put on her clothes she had layed out, grabbed some sea shells to prove her fake story, and slipped outside before anyone could say anything. She hated lying to her brothers, but it was the only way to get to that party.

She tightly held on to her bag as she walked through a particularly not-so-nice neighborhood. It was the shortest way possible to the clubhouse without possibly being seen by her brothers. The neighborhood was bad news. Most of the houses looked like they haven't been taken care of in a very long time. Their lawns were gold instead of green, some littered with garbage. Oh these poor people, the thought to herself. She felt like something was following her and she needed to get out of there, fast. Her walk went from a jog, to a run, to a sprint. 

She ran and ran until she spotted a hill. She new she was going in the right direction! Just around that hill should be the club house. A few minutes up and down the hill and she was right, there it was! She quietly walked to the door hearing music come from the inside. 

"Maybe I should've dressed a bit nicer..." Corrine said to herself. But it was too late now.

She slipped through the door, hoping no one would notice her. Her father said making a grand entrance to a party that wasn't hosted by you was impolite. Of course, she followed those rules respectively. She snuck to a corner of the clubhouse and let down her hair to make herself look a little nicer. She admired the clubhouse for a bit. Whom ever decorated the place had good taste. A bar, a dance floor, and a little stage? Oo la la!

She hummed along to the song. The audience was hollering at the woman singing. Corrine rolled her eyes. Such boys.

As she continued to sing she noticed a familiar face and immediately shut up. There he was, already drinking and the party has barely begun. He'd get drunk before anyone else would. Should she go over there and stop him? What if she says something stupid? She should at least greet him and tell them she's here.

She slowly walks over to him and covers him eyes with her hands, giggling. 

"He,he,he... guess who it is!" She said, doing a bad job of holding in her laughter.

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