Neve Simonetti Di Monda (snowglassapples) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-09-23 14:38:00 |
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She was at Pub Night, but it was not a Pub Night she was used to. Chandeliers tinkled idly, undulating gently in an unseen breeze that floated through the room, caressing the party goers who lounged around the white damask-clad tables. Conversation was hushed. Guests moved between tables in an orderly manner quite unlike what usually constituted the one night of the week on which IVF inmates could partake in alcohol. Sol Tyler slot a coin into the jukebox to select a tasteful Mozart. |