Snippet #2279147

Whisper was watching the group of young members at the entrance, when a male she recognised as Gladiator entered the ballroom. He gave a few people a simple nod, including her, before heading over towards the bar. Whisper nodded back and silently walked after him. He seemed irritated. Actually, he always did, but usually he was a lot better at hiding it. Whisper waited until he got his drink and then gave him a smile when he turned around. "Hi." She tried her best to stay cool and not act weird or anything. She knew that not everyone was as open as her. Besides, they'd never really talked before. She ordered a drink similar to his and leaned against the bar counter. She felt like talking and it looked like Gladiator could use some socialising himself.

Whisper glanced down into her drink and swallowed. I wonder how many calories there's in this one...
"So... it's Gladiator, isn't it?" She took one little sip of her drink and smirked nervously. Standing next to him really made him look like a giant. How old was he anyway... 23? "Not so difficult to guess why."