Scorched

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"And she had these amazing green eyes! They are absolutely to die for. If I were a man, I'd make sure she was taken."

"Adelaide, that does not sound like you. Quit your drinking and dance again." Zalaena grabs the jug of ale out of the overly dressed Adelaide's hands and ushers her to the middle of the quad of the festival taking place; to which Adelaide retaliates by cowering herself away from Zalaena but refuses to leave her seat.

Mira, just like Adelaide had a little too much to drink, and the festival only started about ten minutes ago. And here she was already tipsy and half-dizzy. The dancing bodies, and packed quad around the giant hearth in the middle of it, didn't fix anything either - as a matter of fact it some what made the dizziness worse.

The place is packed to the brim. If Mira thought that the previous festival was busy she was oh so wrong. This right here was the subtle definition of busy. It's a crazy pandemonium out here, one that in most cases Mira would avoid at all costs, if she didn't have a specific meeting here tonight. But unfortunately for her and her sleep-deprived mind she was forced to be here today. At least Z and Adelaide tagged along tonight. Even though it seemed a little fuzzy having them here after not seeing them in forever. She couldn not of appreciated their presence more.

It was as if life had decided to become distant to her, causing everyone and everything in it to become a distant echo in the back of her mind. That explained how she felt physically and mentally at this stage.

The three girls sat on a bench together, all the other benches were unfortunately either taken by people kissing, groping or being selfish enough to place the drinks down on them so that no one else would claim even if they aren't sitting at the moment; and Mira didn't want to have to start a fight by throwing them off so they practically galloped to find this one open. It had a small view of the main event in the middle that was thickly-drenched in flowers, but at least it was something. They didn't have to stand around like creepers looking dead as hell.

So here she sat with her friends, squished because of Adelaide's dress on this mightily tiny bench staring at the various scenes unfolding before them. Adelaide insisted to wear this humongous green dress with a rib-shattering corset with her plump breasts falling right over it like fish trying to wiggle out of a fisherman's grasp ; and the skirt- which was what took half of the bench seat- was so wide it pushed Mira and Zalaena off at the ends, until they were forced to grasp the ends of the bench tightly in their hands to not plop over for the third time this evening. Not that Adelaide so much as cared about that. Her mind is only with the fact that Henry apparently would be here tonight.

But a few minutes into this event, Mira wasn't so sure if he would pitch up. She left it entirely into Adelaide's hands.

Adelaide inhales the last of her rum with a fast bobbing throat and then sighs out loud with a lip-smacking noise before belching out loud. "Oh my bad! That wasn't supposed to happen."

"You really don't listen to me do you." Zalaena in her as per usual pantsuit, looks annoyingly at Adelaide who has belched right in her face. Her suit tonight however, was a deep black velvet and sat tight on her, showing off her curves at her average thighs and breasts. It was strange for Mira to see, but she assumed that Zalaena was trying something new. Or her new partner insisted that she wear this tonight. And just like Henry, the girl wasn't anywhere to be seen. Mira couldn't remember whether her name was Adrella or Adriella. Her mind was too fuzzy.

"Do you always have to attack me like this Z? How nice of you. I'm sitting here absolutely harmless, drinking my drink and talking about the dead gorgeous Elemental, where is the wrong in that?"

Zalaena rolls her eyes, opens her shirt and pulls out a new cigar. "Well you're different tonight. You didn't even bring your straw with to suck from."