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xxx"thrills don't come for free
xxxthe price you pay for dreams
xxxin a sea of strangers
xxxi can't find me any more."
Amelie did not wear neon. She didn't care if the theme was a rave, she was not wearing neon. Her pale blue top was more colour than she usually wore, and she wasn't going any further than that. She had, however, consented to have lines of neon glow paint streaked on her face, making sure she didn't stand out too much. To be perfectly honest, she hadn't even wanted to come out. But it was tradition, and it could be her last chance to go. But as she saw the lights glowing from a considerable distance away, something inside her twisted. Something about her felt like these garish colours and loud music didn't belong in such an open space. She could still go back, find somewhere to practice her archery before her big day... but she had promised people that she'd come along, so she swallowed that feeling and made her way to the party.
Amelie made a beeline for the bar as soon as she reached the main body of the party. Having already seen a streaker, Amelie was feeling decidedly too sober. She knew that, with the Agon ahead of her, getting drunk was out of the question. That said, getting tipsy wasn't. She spotted Maya in a light-up coconut bra and grass skirt, and smirked, heading towards her friend.
"I'm starting to feel a little over-dressed," she remarked lightly, leaning on the counter. "And definitely a little too sober. What would you recommend?" She asked. As she spoke she tucked one side of her hair behind her ear. She wore it up so much that having it down felt weird at times, and this was one of those times. But she knew she was going to have it up for the entirety of the Agon, so it only felt right to leave it down. She couldn't get the Agon off her mind. She liked her team and had faith in them, but it still wasn't something to be taken lightly.
Amelie made a beeline for the bar as soon as she reached the main body of the party. Having already seen a streaker, Amelie was feeling decidedly too sober. She knew that, with the Agon ahead of her, getting drunk was out of the question. That said, getting tipsy wasn't. She spotted Maya in a light-up coconut bra and grass skirt, and smirked, heading towards her friend.
"I'm starting to feel a little over-dressed," she remarked lightly, leaning on the counter. "And definitely a little too sober. What would you recommend?" She asked. As she spoke she tucked one side of her hair behind her ear. She wore it up so much that having it down felt weird at times, and this was one of those times. But she knew she was going to have it up for the entirety of the Agon, so it only felt right to leave it down. She couldn't get the Agon off her mind. She liked her team and had faith in them, but it still wasn't something to be taken lightly.