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Siobhan did not like people - never really did. Maybe that was a result of her treatment back in Vegas and then once her family moved to Oregon. Perhaps it was an inherited genetic trait since, despite how vibrant her father had been in her memories, she almost never recalled him being so open and excitable in public unless he had a drink in his hand or the discussion was about music. Whatever the story was, the point was that Siobhan did not like people. She hated being in front of a large crowd of people that she could actually see. Performing was a completely different story. It was usually dark in the crowd with the majority of the light being fixed on herself and the others, so that meant she could feel a bit freer. Less...on the spot. And yet...when the press conference started, like always, questions were being posed in such a way that she and Kara mostly answered with Draco inserting some comical and brass remark that made her smirk.
And she was ready to go.
Idly, as Kara proceeded to answer a question from one of the reporters (and Siobhan made it her mission to not stare at the redhead as long as she sometimes did since whenever she did that, it led to less than savory questioning), Siobhan's gaze fell to her lap where she toyed with the lace detail of the black cold-shoulder romper she decided on for the day. She heard, distantly, a fan in the vicinity, shout her name and she looked up, face rather impassive save for scrutinizing narrowing of her eyes as she tried to make out a face. When she couldn't, she simply gave a quirk of her currently dark red lips before they straightened back out. Time was going by slowly and she had already drank two bottles of water, so that couldn't be her excuse to pretend as if the press conference wasn't happening. Tampering down a small yawn, she fixed her fedora, idly covering her bare shoulders with thick and slightly wavy hair. She was just inspecting a strand when the questions were turned over to the fans to ask. And of course, this one had to throw her for a loop.
"So, which ship does the band support? Team Konnie or Team Dragara? What. The. Fuck, she thought. Siobhan, not even able to fight off the slightly alarmed expression, turned immediately to the others for help lest they wanted her to snap.
And she was ready to go.
Idly, as Kara proceeded to answer a question from one of the reporters (and Siobhan made it her mission to not stare at the redhead as long as she sometimes did since whenever she did that, it led to less than savory questioning), Siobhan's gaze fell to her lap where she toyed with the lace detail of the black cold-shoulder romper she decided on for the day. She heard, distantly, a fan in the vicinity, shout her name and she looked up, face rather impassive save for scrutinizing narrowing of her eyes as she tried to make out a face. When she couldn't, she simply gave a quirk of her currently dark red lips before they straightened back out. Time was going by slowly and she had already drank two bottles of water, so that couldn't be her excuse to pretend as if the press conference wasn't happening. Tampering down a small yawn, she fixed her fedora, idly covering her bare shoulders with thick and slightly wavy hair. She was just inspecting a strand when the questions were turned over to the fans to ask. And of course, this one had to throw her for a loop.
"So, which ship does the band support? Team Konnie or Team Dragara? What. The. Fuck, she thought. Siobhan, not even able to fight off the slightly alarmed expression, turned immediately to the others for help lest they wanted her to snap.