Glass Skin

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Being suddenly pulled up and spun around, Fleurette looked slightly helpless as she stumbled over the gathered cushions and pillows on the floor. Meg on the other hand just laughed at her and continued to pull her along. "Sorry! I am so sorry!" Fleurette exclaimed as she accidentally stepped on some laying figure, Gangle rolled over and sat up and shot a look up at her. "It's not my fault!"

"It was your foot, correct?" He questioned while resting his forearms against his knees. Fleurette didn't answer, it was her foot which stood rather painfully on his ribs, that was certainly true. When she didn't reply, Gangle just waved a hand at her and flopped backwards again.

By now the small room had become very stuffy, the air was too close, it caused everyone to become lethargic. The lethargy wasn't just from the closeness over the air, or the lack of air, the consumed alcohol surely didn't help. Because of this, most people had taken to sprawling out on the stage. It was this destination which Fleurette had suddenly got tugged to. Struggling not to trip over her skirts, Fleurette eventually managed to wriggle her arms free. Rubbing her forearms from where they'd been gripped onto, she looked up at Meg with narrowed eyes.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," Meg said while waving a hand at her and promptly sitting down cross legged. Fleurette sat down slowly next to her, she looked at her questionably. Relenting, Meg sighed and threw her arms in the air. "I wanted to spend some time with you!"

"Right."

"What?"

"...Nothing," Fleurette said awkwardly.

"Listen," Meg waved a finger at her. "We're to celebrate, not sit in a corner and go to sleep."

"I wasn't going to sleep."

"You looked like you were going to sleep."

"Fine," Fleurette said sharply, she didn't exactly wish to get into a pointless argument with someone who was slightly slurring their words. On the list of things to repeat in her life, this certainly wasn't on it. "Well, we're here, how'd you want to celebrate?" Fleurette asked awkwardly while watching as some people ran down the aisle, then ran back again. She had no clue what they were doing, she wasn't going to question them.

Her question got answered by a shrug. Fleurette's expression went blank. Meg evidently in her slightly drunken state got annoyed with the quiet time she was having with Erik, and decided to drag her away only to sit in silence on the stage. She rolled her eyes and stood up, Meg looked up at her and then back at the stage. Fleurette shook her head slowly, turning on her heels, she started to walk away. She wasn't going to spend the rest of the evening in silence, surrounded by drunkards, feeling slightly awkward when she could spend the evening in the former office, in a corner of quiet surrounded by drunkards, feeling slightly awkward with Erik.

Fleurette couldn't help but childishly smile over this. She figured he must have been suffering just as much as she."Not go well?" Fleurette flinched and jumped and looked around. "You didn't seem to get far."

"The stage." She replied, "The stage!" She exclaimed and irritably threw her hands in the air. "I mean if someone's going to pull me somewhere, at least make it somewhere interesting!"

Erik just looked at her rather confused. He obviously hadn't suffered being spontaneously pulled to some destination by someone who was nearly half-drunk. Blinking slowly, he tilted his head to the side and looked over her shoulder. He was halfway down the corridor which led to the stage when Fleurette had reappeared, looking rather annoyed. From this vantage point he could see people milling about on the stage. He couldn't really hold it against her for leaving. Drunken singing, bad dancing...she did good escaping that.