lawful_lizzie (lawful_lizzie) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-09-08 02:16:00 |
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Current mood: | excited |
Entry tags: | !complete, elizabeth weir, john watson, samantha carter, sherlock holmes |
Gala entrance
Who: Elizabeth, Sam Carter and anyone else
What: Elizabeth and Sam arrive at the Gala looking to meet some new friends
When: Friday evening
Where: The Stark Gala
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Elizabeth couldn't help the excitement that welled up inside her as the limo pulled up to the Stark Industries building. It had been a good few years since she had walked the public scene and she had almost forgotten how much she missed it. Missed the thrill of dressing up, new people and mingling. As the car came to a stop, a valet opened the door and allowed she and Sam to get out onto the curb as gracefully as they could manage. Elizabeth had quite a lot of experience at that, her friend however, decidedly less so. She hoped Sam would be alright with the whole evening, knew it wasn't her thing to be in large crowds of strangers, but Elizabeth had desperately wanted to go and spread her wings a bit and pulled the 'Best Friend' favour card. She dreaded to think what Sam would make her do in recompense.
As they exited the vehicle, Elizabeth gazed around at the sea of people, saw the flashbulbs going off, heard the buzz of conversation around them and couldn't remember why she had left this life behind. She held her clutch bag in her hand and moved aside for Sam to get out.
Elizabeth made sure her friend was ready next to her and started making her way up to the building, stopping occasionally to stop for a cameraman, re-assuring her best friend to just relax, smile and let it happen. After all, they looked fabulous.
Elizabeth had to admit to being extremely pleased with her dress. She had toyed with the idea with using an old one, but felt like she deserved to buy herself a new one, after all, how many times could a girl say they were going to a Stark Gala?
The pair of best friends continued up and into the building, being ushered through to a vast room with an orchestra playing and a throng of people, while being offered tall flutes of champagne from waiters with silver trays. They stopped and Elizabeth surveyed the room feeling slightly more comfortable within her own skin than she had in weeks.