Loki and Wanda
Wanda stood near the far wall of the ballroom, watching quietly as the various guests mingled. She wasn't originally going to go to the gala, but a chance ticket given to her by a former co-worker had her changing her plans. In all truth, she didn't have any interest in going, but she didn't want to disappoint the woman giving her the "chance of a lifetime" as she put it. So she went out and bought herself a red strapless dress to wear and made her way to the Wayne Manor when the day of the gala arrived. It was proving to be a unique experience what with the fancy food and the celebrities, but Wanda couldn't help feeling like a fish out of water. The world of high society was definitely nothing like the world she had grown up in.
She looked down at the glass of wine in her hand, watching what little of the liquid there was left ripple from the area's vibrations. 'Oh, this is ridiculous,' Wanda thought, then quickly consumed the rest of her drink. She was tired of just standing around feeling out of place; she was going to make the most of the evening. First, she was going to dance, with or without someone.
She stepped away from the wall and began to move through the crowd. She was doing fairly well maneuvering through the crowd until a busy waiter rushed by and knocked her forward into an unsuspecting guest. "I'm so sorry," she gasped, quickly stepping back.