Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
She grinned a bit, one side a little higher than the other, but not quite a smirk. "Not everyone is dressed up. I just felt like it, I suppose," she said, turning slightly towards him. Perhaps he'd let her pull him out on the floor. She wasn't too picky, so long as he didn't break her toes.
"Hi, Wayne. I'm Dora," she said, offering him her hand automatically. Manners had been instilled in her from a very early age. She glanced him over surreptitiously, judging that he definitely wasn't a pureblood. Not that it mattered, but he didn't read like one.
She contemplated her half empty glass for a moment, years of having hardly any money making her agree more than anything. "Only if you dance with me at least once," she countered.