cordelia { CORDY } chase (queencordy) wrote in bocadeinferno, |
The entourage was def--hey, why were they not at the table as per her instruction? Her finely shaped eyebrows only flinched for a second as her glance moved from the table to just a few feet in front of her. The girls were on approach, Harmony in the lead. Before Cordy had time to reply to Clark, Harmony gave him the "as if" look and asked, "What are you doing?" It was a question loaded with accusation. Clark was not absolute social fodder but he was not a V(arsity)B(oy) either.
"What are you doing? We lost the table," and before Harmony could get another remark about Clark in, "and your hair is a mess." Ah, the Achilles Heal of any respectable girl of age sixteen in a club amongst peers of whom you are supposed to mock their faults. That shut Harmony right up and she quickly put a hand up to smooth what she immediately believed was a mess. Without a goodbye or another word to the girls, Cordelia Chase, with her head held high, walked past all of them and headed across the room to chat up some more socially respectable people.