Larissa & OTA
Larissa had let Lydia go, knowing that the poor thing was pregnant and probably not feeling the best, and after that she had decided to approach the bonfire more directly than staying on the outskirts. There was an array of people and although Larissa wasn't particularly familiar with all of them, she did see some friendly faces that she recognized, some mingling and some busying themselves with coffee. The coffee that, of course, Larissa finally grabbed herself a share of, and although it wasn't the best Brazilian roast she could get from the little cafe down the street, it was still coffee, and it was wonderful.
She had wanted to dance, or at least teach someone how to, but it would be difficult to do without some sort of rhythm to work with. She passively thought about finding Cassie, because the girl seemed to be musically inclined in some way and may be able to come up with a way to keep her moving, but for now Larissa was looking around for a solution of her own. She wanted to teach Derek, and she knew that he would have been more than happy to learn, but there was something here holding him back and that made her remarkably uncomfortable. She had never seen him like that before, reserved and hidden away in fear of being... what? Embarrassed? Paid attention to? It hurt her, because it was as if she was looking at a stranger, and to Larissa, Derek was the only person here who wasn't supposed to make her feel that way. She had never been disappointed in him before, and now... well. It was like she didn't know him. And that hurt her so much more than she knew she should allow it to. He had no obligation to her here. That was over now. But this was the first time she felt that.
So, yes, she would teach someone else to dance, then. But after the coffee. God, she loved the coffee, and if anyone wanted to bitch at her for wanting it in the first place then they could promptly shove a coconut up whatever orifice they were speaking out of. Coffee was her lifesource, and to feel the caffeine in her veins again was like having a moment with god.
She looked around curiously at all of the faces, bringing a conch shell back up to her lips to take another slow sip, and Larissa moved to sit by the fire and people watch. All in all, the people here were remarkably pretty, and Larissa had high standards for a word like that. She made a mental note to send Arva a fruit basket.