Millicent Bulstrode (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} reinventingmils) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
She had foregone dress robes for something brighter, but looking at the crowd inside Finnigan's, Millicent wondered if she was actually overdressed. She stroked an earring reflectively as she turned away from the bar once she'd ordered a Bellini, then the top of her sleek bob, looking about to see if she knew anyone immediately around her.
It took a moment of searching through the sea of faces, but she thought maybe she could see... Yes. Lifting her hand, careful not to whack someone upside the head, she waved carefully to Blaise, thinking it was much nicer to win a "date" with someone she knew. She wondered who else had bid on him, and if he'd be all right with the winner being her. It had looked like some of the winners had been bidding on friends, though...so maybe she wasn't too out of place.
"You look terrific!" She smiled brightly as he picked his way closer to her, and gestured to the glass in his hand. "What are you drinking?"