Griselda "Sel" Vargas
Hesitation, although very unlike her prideful nature, had proven over time to be quite useful to her in situations of need. Again, Sel managed to do the exact thing destiny wanted her to do, or, perhaps destiny was being a smidgen over dramatic...
“Good evening.” Sel's stance seemed to perk as she blinked with momentary surprise, keeping her impish posture as she eyed a confident-looking blonde girl. Her finely defined eyebrows arched as the girl before her continued, “I’m Phoebe Stella Roseviel, and I’m looking for a partner. Would you like to be mine?”
Although her mind sighed with relief and enthused, yes!, Sel knew enough about these kinds of girls from high school; the cold, calculative, manipulative type that just ooze with confidence and self-assurance. Sel stopped herself from rolling her eyes, feeling herself assume a slightly irritated, skeptical stature. She weighed her options for a brief moment in her mind, expression tightening sardonically with curiosity; on one hand, Sel knew nobody so far at the sororities, hardly even knew which direction the Fraternities were, and was a tad confused on how to go about the task. Oooonnn the other hand, Sel knew she could work quicker, more efficiently, and, hell, didn't have to share the prize with anybody but herself if she went at it alone... This one was a nail-biter.
Lowering her guard and relaxing herself a bit, Sel smirked in that charming, Italian way, extending her hand loosely for a hand shake. Her voice was accented slightly, smooth as velvet:
"It's nice to meet you, Phoebe. I'm Griselda Vargas, but you can call me "Sel". Sure, I'd love to be your partner." Ugh.. Sel could hear the fake peppiness in her own voice, which she briefly showed disliking to before smiling lightly again.
This better be worth it... She thought with disdain.