Gwen & Peter
Gwen had abandoned the shadows as the evening went on, and she'd gone looking for her "date" again. She'd seen Peter a few times throughout the night, first with Kitty, now with Mary Jane. He'd looked happy, and the last thing she'd wanted was to wander into the lion's den that was the dance floor to wait for him to be free. So, she'd slipped her coat back onto her shoulders, and she'd clutched the black-wool fabric tightly as she quietly made her way along the edges of the main floor.
She wandered out to the sitting area, where the deep, dark sunken chairs were largely empty, being occupied by only a few lingering wallflowers, and she picked one with a view of the doors leading into the dance floor. She'd be able to see him leave there, assuming he didn't decide to websling his way out of Webster Hall, but it was far enough away from the main foot-traffic to give her a little bit of bundled up privacy in her coat.
The music carried, but not as loudly as it did in the darkened main space, and she found she could actually recognize some of the tunes out here. She kicked off the strappy, heeled sandals she wore, and she tucked her feet up beneath rose fabric that dragged from the black couch to the floor. She was sleepy, and it showed in her pale blue eyes. She'd been tired lately, stressed, and sleep hadn't come easy.
The music through the doors changed, and she considered just giving up and finding him in the group of catty girls and boys that she felt increasingly sick to her stomach around. Just when she'd decided to grab her discarded sandals, she heard the creak of the door, and the rush of loud music that came with that creak. Her companions in couch-wallflower geekdom glanced up, but Peter Parker might as well be one of their inaugural members, and they went back to their 3DSs and their WII Us, unimpressed.