The Party: After Midnight | Celia and Open
Celia was certain she hadn't had that much to drink, especially when she needed to drink more than the average person to feel the effects of alcohol to begin with. Yet, there she was dancing around the fire as if she hadn't thought this was a bad idea to come to the party just a few hours ago. Her long skirt rested low on her hips, and though her shirt was not removed, it was tucked and folded in such a way that it showed off a good portion of her midriff. It seemed that every part of her skin that was showing had some sort of design on it in body paint by now, and she didn't really remember where all of them had come from or who had put them there. At this point in the night though she didn't particularly care, so long as the music kept going.