Re: Harrison & Etta
When Eliza had let her know that there was a bit of a birthday gathering happening at Carnival Etta had made sure to put on the sort of dress to catch attention and celebrate. She had also straightened her hair with a mass of Sleekeazys and a few other tricks. She wound her way through the crowds, intrigued at the man in the animal print shirt, her gaze travelling up his body until she realised she recognised him.
She smirked and intercepted him with a hand to the chest. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Harrison," she said with as much purr as she could manage given the required volume. She hadn't seen him much since school, and he had always been a better player than her, but hopefully he recognised her. "I love the print," she said, running her fingers lightly over a few inches of his chest. "Congrats on the win."