Re: Cantina
The pink punkette frowned. "You know," she said, biting her lip, "I don't really have a reason for being here. Someone told me about the party, gave me the invitation, and I decided to come. It's been kind of a shitty week for me."
She smiled at the rag doll suddenly. "Well, it's a good thing you're at a masquerade, then! No one knows who you are, you can act however you want, and people will believe it's true. Act like you belong, and they'll believe you do."
The punkette finished the rest of her rum latte, and got up. No sense in spending her whole night in one place. "I'm gonna head to dance floor. See you 'round! It was nice talking to you."