Meanwhile off to the side
This was ridiculous. It was ridiculous the year before, it was ridiculous the year before that, and the year before that. It wasn't about to stop being ridiculous any time soon. Wishful thinking never did any good, anyway.
Lucetta didn't even try to stifle a yawn as Florence yammered on at the front like he was someone important. Yadadadada. All of these self-important fools scuttling around. Eating, drinking, talking, arguing. It was all so shallow. So, so very shallow. These people acted like the new year brought new beginnings when it was nothing more than another day. Some reporter had already caught hold her arm, asking her what her plans and goals for the new year were. She had answered that her goal for the year was to get reporters like him to gtfo. Unfortunately the reporter had no idea what those four letters meant, so she rolled her eyes at him, called him some name she didn't remember anymore, and stalked off to the other side of the party. This was boring.
She eyed some of the people with glasses of alcohol. If only she could join in with losing herself in the festivities. But that would make her no better than the mindless masses. She wasn't even that old compared to most of the people here, and she could already tell that these formalities, these events, were nothing. There was no deep meaning, there was nothing to celebrate. The whole world was a lie for all she knew, and she was no exception.
She pulled out a small mirror, and a tube of lipstick from her bag to touch it up for the umpteenth time. She looked down to make sure no one had spilled anything on her light green dress. Nothing. Nothing, just like everything else.
This. Was. Stupid.
((ooc: I decided to start another thread for a different character because I doubt we want one giant, convoluted thread. I hope that's alright.))