More like avoiding, but come bother her! - Selina | Open
Selina stood outside on the porch looking into the clear night sky. Bristol was so close to Gotham, but so utterly different. It was gentile, refined. Everything she secretly was not. The more she thought about it, the less she'd like to live in a place like this. It was stuffy. Gotham seemed more wild. She raised a hand to her mouth inhaling gently on the black cigarette, blowing the smoke through her nostrils into the cool night air. She'd left the party behind momentarily, deciding to be alone for a while. The auction had been a success, millions of dollars raised, a fraction of it going to her very own Leslie Thompkins Foundation. Yet all she'd managed was a polite hello to the man who was responsible. Selina didn't understand why she felt the way she did, or where the social butterfly in her had disappeared too. Maybe the routine was just getting old, maybe the last five years had taken it out of her after all. She felt so jaded and cynical. Unlike others she just wasn't very good at hiding it. Perhaps a change of pace for six months had been her undoing.
The taste of clove lingered in her mouth a little as she exhaled slowly, picking up the glass of champagne that sat on the edge of the walled terrace area. She sighed taking a sip. Who knew that avoiding someone could be such hard work. It'd always seemed so easy in the past.
The skin on her neck prickled. She wasn't quite used to the chill being in the air once more, Selina shuddered slightly, lowering the glass and using her hand to run across her bare shoulder - instinctively glancing behind. The green vintage gown she was wasn't exactly practical, but it looked good. Better than good, perfect. If there was one thing Selina could do well it was present a good image, even if she wasn't feeling one hundred percent up to it. Lies were second nature to her now, they had been for so long. Too long perhaps.