Erin/Dante
Erin had gone solo to the dance, because she was not the sort to stay home just because she had no man on her arm. She enjoyed any excuse to show off her fabulousness. Although she was anti-Valentine's Day, just a little, she was intent on having a good time. She disliked the holiday because it was pointless and marketed, not because she was currently single.
In her attempt to make it clear she wasn't gaga for V-Day, she was wearing a hot little black number, with stiletto red patten leather heels. Her lips were as red as the shoes, and she'd accentuated her smoldering feline gaze with elegant eye liner. Her hair had been curled and pinned in interesting ways, but most of it hung around her pale shoulders. She waved to a few people on her way in, purse under her arm, and then started taking in the decorations. Her lips formed the words "Oh, puke," but it was unlikely anyone heard her.