Jemma and Open
Generally Jemma was not a partying sort. She could do social functions and fundraisers - like the one that Agent Coulson had attended with her as a bodyguard of sorts... actually that had been another of Mia's fundraisers. And here she was, upstairs at another one. She'd ducked upstairs to get a minute to think. Clearly wearing a white dress to this hadn't been the best plan. The moment she and Fitz had walked in (and convincing him to come had been interesting by itself), she'd started glowing purple. And had quickly excused herself to go upstairs and try to find a way to fix the problem.
Unfortunately there wasn't one. Unless she was going to change clothes - which she couldn't - she'd be glowing purple for the rest of the night. And in truth? Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
Fitz was going to kill her for abandoning him so early, so she'd have to try and find him. Getting back downstairs, glowing nicely, she got something to drink and started mingling. She needed to find Mia too. Someone pressed a glowstick into her hand and she turned it into a bracelet around her wrist. "If only those old classmates could see me now..."