Cinderella (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} outofthecinders) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
Cindy had been half tempted to join in the race. Her driving skills were not bad and she could have used a little action. But in the end she had put on a nice outfit – bright summery pink dress, matching heels, huge sunglasses and a large hat – and joined the crowd. Even if she had already lived the 60’s, she couldn’t help feeling how different it was this time. Less to none familiar faces for starters.
She knew that many of the new arrivals were using events such as these as an excuse to learn more about the period. In this, Cindy had a bit of an edge. Her knowledge of the times meant she could focus more intently of learning more about her fellow men and women. Potential allies and friends could be found in places like this if you knew where to look.
After the race was over she was one of the first few people leaving the benches, really looking forward to a cold drink and some semblance of conversation. As she made her way around, her eye caught a young good looking man doing some sort of circus act. He was very good and once it was over she clapped along with everyone else.
“That’s quite a talent you got there,” she said to him.