Peter B | Claire
Claire was so glad to be feeling better. The flu had hit her hard and she'd spent days and days in bed, only getting up to sit down in the shower or use the bathroom. There had been sleeping, a little bit of eating but the rest had simply been resting. She'd missed daytime television so much that she felt she could write a sonnet about it, work on it would have to begin later.
But she was well now and she didn't want to miss out on a party. This place was quaint sure but it could be a little depressing and she was eager to get out in it. Even if getting out in it ended up with her there beside his roommate.
"You party animal," she said with a grin over the top of her glass of red wine. "Well I'm glad you're not too busy to ask me to dance then," Claire told him as she set down her glass expectantly. Because the music was loud and Claire was a damn good dancer and it seemed like the night for it.