Okay, George was going to start sweating if they didn't open a window or something. But at the same time, the heat felt nice on her skin...unlike her blue dress, which seemed to weight a good deal more than before, every little rub against her skin being more and more uncomfortable. She should have carried on with her idea and take other clothes with her to the party. The thought of lifting her dress a little to give her legs -gods, her legs- some more air seemed incredibly tempting to her for a moment there.
Janey's voice interrupted her trail of thought, but she didn't mind; loser to Janey sounded like a very good idea. Popping another chocolate into her mouth -and she didn't realize the way she ended up licking her finger after eating it- George made her way next to the blonde, sitting right next to her, waist against waist, leg against leg. There were few ways of getting any closer to her, and George was certainly tempted to try a few. The last vestige of rationality on her mind noted that she was usually like this when she was drunk, but she hadn't drank anything, and the chocolates weren't of that kind. Still, as she turned to see Janey, she couldn't care less. Smiling a little, she stared at the curve of the girl's jaw for a moment before blinking; they were supposed to be talking or something, right? She couldn't remember.
"So", said in what could be best described as a purr. "How have you been?"