The Banquet of Plenty - Open

[Anatra]

The Banquet of Plenty ***** ***** ***** The Orca family are perhaps known to be quite wealthy and numerous in District Two, producing some of the most fearless Peacekeepers and some brutal careers in the past, too. Yet tonight, there is a formal evening dedicated to two of their kin whom share a birth date as they are twins. Tyren and Alex Orca who are now just turning eighteen today. The stage is set, and the pieces are in place. But who will be invited? Anybody. Their parents have opened the doors to anybody who turns up in formal attire and is ready for the evening. Of course, any old group won't be allowed in, it is advisable to have known the two young adults or one of their relatives, but it is not a requirement. Down a long road lies a large building that looks quite daunting from the outside, but inside, it is a grand hall fit and dedicated to hosting parties and evening events for those who have the money. All of the family members, and that is a lot, have contributed to this marvelous event with money, time and extra work. Those who originally perhaps didn't work, now do just to secure this event. It is the pinnacle of the two boy's lives and their whole family will be there - as will the many families of the District who are able to attend. The main hall has many tables littered around it, the seats red and the walls a bright white with decoration scattered in needed places. At the front there is a stage where a small piano quintet (piano, two violins, viola and cello) are ready to start playing. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** As you approach the door the man upon the steps, dressed in a red and black suit, welcomes you. "Good evening." He courtly says to all who enter. "Enjoy." He says with enthusiasm. The theme of politeness is shown by practically all who work there. At the door stands Francis and Cecilia Orca, two older (mid forties) people who are the parents of Tyren and Alex. The sound of the quintet can be heard from outside but only lightly, hovering through the air as gracefully as the classical music is played. "Nice to see you again!" You may hear Cecilia say to the occasional friend of hers, whilst Francis is a more gruff man of much more inhibition and masculinity. He smiles when you approach, but it is ultimately Cecilia who greets you. And in you go. Among the many tables, there are some reserved and some not. The Orca family of course have their table reserved nearest to the stage, except it isn't that close as there is a large space for a dance floor - which shall be used later, clearly. You take your seat, wherever that may be. And you are in the party, ready to enjoy what it has to over. The food is not out yet, but the champagne is at every seat ready to be used for the toast. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** The last guests arrive as Francis and Cecilia take their place on the stage. Tyren and Alex sit at the reserved table with their cousins, Tara - Alba - Max and Joe. Tara is the youngest at fourteen, with the same brown hair and eyes as the rest. Alba looks very similar but clearly older at sixteen, yet she looks much older than that even. The two of the girls are in black dresses of the formal variety. Max and Joe are both in a suit with black bottoms and waistcoat yet they both have a navy blue suit jacket. Joe has brown hair and brown eyes too, but Max has a lighter brown coloured hair and blue eyes. Tyren has the same outfit but a red suit jacket, as does Alex, who has more hair than he usually would, and it is styled in a formal way akin to Tyren's as well. Clearly going for the twin theme. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!" Cecilia begins, the room dimming slightly with a minor spotlight now on her. The room silencing to hear. "We are all here to celebrate the birthday of Alex and Tyren," There is a strange contrast to this and that of a normal birthday party. It is clear that this is tradition rather than option. "and we would first like to show you a little clip of their lives of which most of you were here for." The clip runs behind them as they watch also from a seated position. It shows their family photographs which have been collected across the years and gathered by all of the family. It is a great difficulty to gain this many so it may seem quite astonishing to look upon. It shows some humorous ones that embarrass the two, but also some really sentimental ones that almost bring Cecilia to tears. Usually the ones of all of the gang, Alba, Joe, Alex and Tyren. The occasional having Max and Tara - though they are more distant relatives. "Thanks Linda for that amazing film." She says once it concludes, clearly quite teary. "And now," Francis starts with his voice that carries more than Cecilia. One could likely hear the inner Peacekeeper ringing out across the room. "we raise our glasses," he does so as well, the room uniting. "to our two incredible children." He pauses for dramatic affect. "To Alex, and Tyren." He sternly says, smiling with a raised glass. "To Alex, and Tyren." The room resonates. "Now, the food." Cecilia calls out, which gains some laughs as they leave the stage. The food is laid out, some people are able to order meals whilst others choose to go get them from the banquet table at the far side of the room.

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Avery Thrush
Age: 17

I walk up besides my mother at a brisk pace. We have gone to celebrate two members of the Orca family's birthdays. I didn't want to come. In my opinion most parties are boring. Anyway my mother thought we should pay our respects to them seeing as we are as rich as them. I walk into the party room, chandeliers sparkled on the ceiling as if they were stars. My dress was killing me. It was a small, black party dress which was very tight. My sister was bouncing besides me in an uncivilized way,

"Stop bouncing!"

I whispered to her in my cold hard voice. She immediately stopped. I should have told you this other reason I was forced to go. I almost forgot to tell you. My mother thought since I was 17 I, "Should have a boyfriend by now." She wants me to meet someone here. I don't really care about all that cheesy stuff other girls talk about. I don't really care about nail polish and boys. I'm a career. I wasn't brought up that way.

Anyway, back to the present. Some woman greets me and my family in. As I take my seat, one table away from the birthday boys' table, the woman who greeted us gets up on the stage in the center of the room. She starts a weird video rolling. It wasn't really a video. It was more of an electronic scrapbook.

She thanks whoever made it, tear tracks on her face. What a sissy. I thought. Another person gets up as she sits down, and raises his glass and in a booming voice yells, "To Alex and Tyren!" I mimic what he said raising my glass of water to my lips and take a polite sip. You might wonder why I chose water over wine. Well, it's because I hate the taste of it.

"Now the food," the woman says. I think her name is Cecilia Orca or something. The food is laid out next to each other. I was taught to eat healthily, so instead going for something meaty and greasy, I stick to a small salad consisting of tomato, lettuce, and eggplant. I sit down and begin to eat politely.



OOC: My first post with Avery!!!

[Hael [prev. reasons]]

M I C A H C O N N E L L Y

"I H O P E Y O U R E M E M B E R M E"
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I adjust my newly ironed suit as I watch myself in my full length mirror. My white dressed shirt is tucked in my black dress pants and a blazer over my shirt to match the pants. I wear dress shoes on my feet and a cadet blue handkerchief is folded properly in my breast pocket. I leave my room first, then my house before being driven over to the banquet.

Though the outside is intimating, the inside is extravagant. Even the man at the door has acquired the posh aura that the setting holds. I and my family sit in the middle, a safe spot. We don't know the Orca family well enough to sit in the front and my family doesn't consider ourselves low enough to steal a place in the back.

Everyone watches the short clip they present and lift out glasses, "To Alex, and Tyren."

"Now the food," a lady - I think her name was Celine - tells us. People laugh more than I think necessary, she only told us that we could eat. Yes, that is a reason why our family bothered to come here, but not the only. And it's not like we couldn't afford food either. Mother thought that we should get to know a few people, not excluding the Orcas. She claims that we are too isolated and need to get out more, make a name for ourselves. You better believe I rolled my eyes at that one.

A girl about the age of fourteen - a year older than Bethany - sits at the table reserved for the cousins. I think her name was Tessa or something. The other girl cousin - Alissa, I think it is - is obviously a bit older than Tessa - or whatever her name happens to be -but I've heard rumours that she is sixteen, my age. And then there is Matthew and Jacob . They aren't wearing a classic tux like I am, but rather something that fits them better. I don't bother to pay attention to the details. Alex and Tyren are looking fine as usual.

I take some pasta and drown it in meatballs and sauce, adding a salad to the side - my mother's orders. I eat politely, leaving out all the slurping, gulping and obnoxious chewing that I used to do when I was younger. I hope there is dancing afterwards, or at least chatting. Not that I like dancing, I am no expert at it, decent though. I like to watch people, even when they aren't dancing. When they are doing something other than sitting and standing, it makes it all the more interesting.

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[Jack Lexington]

Matthew Dunham

If it wasn't for the invitation extended to me under the heavy influence of too much beer I certainly wouldn't consider going to THE event of the month in our town. The Ocra birthday. When I went up against Tyren in the pregames I had no idea which family he came from, how wealthy and influencial they were.
My father is rather proud of the fact that I've become friends with the guy and likes to neglect the fact that I almost killed him during the battle. Even if Tyren doesn't mention it any more I keep thinking back to that one horrible crucial moment that decided about his fate.

The man staring back at me in the mirror looks just as critical as I do. I'm wearing the only suit I own and am determined not to put on the tie that goes with it. I might even ditch the jacket. If only I still had my long blonde locks to make me look somewhat rebellious. With the shaved hair I look like and other business guy out there.
My shirt is still unbuttoned because I can't button it up with just one hand. I carefully slip the sling around my neck and then my right arm inside which still causes so much pain that I wonder if it will ever get better.

Then I actually ask my father for help with the darn buttons and whether he'd like to come along to the party but he declines with a shake of his old grey head.
"Not for me, son. I'm a lone wolf." He's said that so many times before that I could have predicted the exact words. My old man does give me a ride though.

As soon as I step into the large ball room setting with the mass of dressed up rich folks and the ensemble playing some classical tune I feel incredibly out of place. Uneasily I shift from one foot to the next to decide where to go or who to talk to.
A woman comes buy handing out glasses filled with champagner so I take one and cling to it as if my life depended on it.
Finally when the pictures come on and a little speech is give I spot the guy who invited me. I give him a nod across the room wondering whether he can actually see me.

Then I let my eyes wander around for familiar faces. There's his cousins, whom I've met before. Other than that just people who are complete strangers to me like the woman who's wearing only a touch of nothing and is carrying around a plate of salad and a young guy who seems more interested in his meatball pasta than the stunning girl next to him.

[Anatra]

Ooc: I will be writing this from a few different perspectives. I'll play the rest if you wanna talk to any of them (feel free to talk to each other too)

Tyren's FC: Link
Alex's FC: Link
Max's FC: Link
Alba's FC: Link
Joe's FC: Link
Tara: Link

.:- Max Orca-:.

Max:

Walking into the great hall was something to marvel at. I walked in with the rest, Alex and Tyren, Alba and Joe, myself and Tara. All of us are separate pairs of siblings, all cousins to the other. The film had just played, and I could feel the weight of the night ahead on me. Though, I knew what was around the corner. The Dance. Everybody gets a partner, whether they knew somebody or not, and they got up into the dance floor in two lines. Boys one side, girls the other. The person opposite was your starting partner, and you would dance the basic waltz together with everybody around you. It was tradition, and sometimes it was quite fun. The usual tendencies for people's partners were that you would go with you actual partner, wife or whatever. Those without would go with family members of the opposite gender, and if there were none you would either sit down or find somebody who doesn't have a partner. That's for later though. The food is now, then the dance.

Sitting at Alex and Tyren's table means I am closest to the music. It's nice, a light classical type. I enjoy it, and let it flow around me a little. Zoning off. "Hey, talking to you." I get from Alba. Her attitude grows on you after a while. "Pass me that glass would you?" She's deadly serious too, pointing to my champagne glass which is only half full. I raise a brow at her. "Here, I hate the stuff anyway." It's strange that the sixteen year old likes it more than me, the nineteen year old.

.:- Tyren Orca-:.

Tyren:

So for the dance, me and Alba will start off together. It's strange to think that the moment you go up there you could be with any girl out of the whole room. Friend or foe, love or loss. Thankfully, I've got few enemies that I can count, and if I could it would only be on one hand. Friends, I've got a few out there. Not as many as Alex. Matthew is probably the only notable one out there, safe some of my old school friends who will no doubt make an appearance, probably at the bar.

"Happy birthday!" I hear in the corner of my ear, which makes me turn to some relatives who hug me with all the enthusiasm of a proper birthday party. They follow suit with Alex and we both catch a glimpse of each other with a slight roll of the eye after they leave. "Come on, I need some fresh air before the dance." He says to me. "Agreed." When we get up those around the table look at us curiously but only Max actually gets up too. It's usual at this point in the party for people to get up and mingle. We're going outside though because that's where the air is.

On my way out I catch a glimpse of Matt nodding at me. Instead of following Alex and Max I slip off to Matt's table and take a seat next to him. I should have expected the better looking girls to be here. "You alright?" I know it's not his scene, and it's hardly mine either.

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Avery Thrush
Age: 17

My black dress squeezed me as I shifted in my chair uncomfortably. My mom tried to get me to dance, but that I wouldn't normally do for my life. My sister was bouncing around the room playfully, and I felt the need to stop her, but my dress was just so tight! I needed some air. Parties are not my natural element. I rub my arms and start to walk to the garden outside. My black, small, tight dress squeezed against me as I walked there. I took deep slow breaths trying to get air into my lungs.

I finally reach the outside. It was cold outside, but the air refreshed my. It was way better than in there with loud noise and dancing. I mean seriously. I'm a cold-blooded career. I'm not meant for dancing.

I find my way through the vast garden to a bench in the middle of a clump of tulips just rising.. I sit down, enjoying the silence. I rub my arms to keep myself warm.

OOC: I saw that Tyren and Max were going outside. Could my character thread in here a bit with them?

Also, my character isn't wearing what she is in the picture. She is wearing a small, black, party dress.

[Anatra]

.:- Max Orca-:.

The outdoors is fresh on my skin, Alex is behind me as we're walking through the lush greenery of the garden. I take it in, familiarizing myself with the smells. We walk down a couple of steps and there's a bench with tulips, and a girl nearby. I make it seem like I haven't noticed her because the real reason I'm out here is still yet to be shown.

I spark up my lighter and slip a cigarette into my mouth, eyeing Alex with a don't you go telling your mother look. He smirks at me. I look on over to the girl, except she doesn't look like any girl. She looks around my age, I doubt it though. Girls these days with all their fearsome features. Hell, she's probably closer to Alex's age, seventeen. Wait, eighteen now. Obviously.

"So how're you enjoying your party so far?" I ask him. He nods at me with a smile that can only mean one answer. "It's great. Intentionally not my scene, yet I still like it." He confirms my suspicion. My eighteenth had a similar party except it was much less grand with less people. That was only last year. "It's good, enjoy it. Who's your dance partner again?" He looks at me as though he was unaware. "Dance partner?" I nod my head towards the girl by the bench. "Mhm~" I hint. He looks, getting a bit embarrassed. "But..."

"No buts, go on. Whilst I finish this." I look down my nose at the cigarette that I'm about half way through. He eyes it briefly, and I know what's going through his head. What's it like. The answer is, bad, but he's been told that enough by everyone else. I clearly ignored that. He turns to look at her, his red suit jacket standing out a little in the garden whilst his black dress pants, waistcoat and shoes keep a decent contrast. "Are you cold?" He starts. "Here." He takes off his suit jacket, holding it out to her kindly. Such charm, only seen in Orcas.

OOC: Hey Puppy. I dunno about you, but these three backgrounds helped me get a lovely atmospheric feel for the outside; 1: Link(low volune) 2: Link(middle volume) 3: Link(whatever volume)

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Avery Thrush
Age: 17

The air is mildly cold around me. I hear the soft chatter of people coming from inside. I see to of the Orcas come outside. I think their name's are Max and Alex or something? They stand still and start talking. They glance over to look at me for some reason multiple times. One starts to walk over to where I was. Alex, I think.

What does he want?

I think silently to myself. Most boys I really talk to are careers, and not a lot of them talk to me either. I stare at him with my cold eyes.

What do I think of him?

He seems a bit scrawny. I think he used to be a career, but he quit.

Who would do that? Being a career is honorable.

Anyway, back to the present. He walks over to me and says over the low hush of people, "Are you cold?" He asks nervously, "Here." He takes off his jacket and offers it to me, "No thank you." I say politely in my cold, sharp voice. I am kind of cold, but I hate depending on others.


OOC: Sorry it's kind of short. I am really busy tonight. Oh, and thanks for giving me the sound stuff. I used number one.

[Anatra]

.:- Max Orca-:.

I watch him over there. He's holding out his jacket for her but I hear her decline it. "No thank you." At least she's polite, it seems. Though I would have expected her to take it, she does look cold. Maybe she's too proud to. She looks tough though, even from back here. I have a couple of second thoughts about sending Alex out there, but he is now. Hopefully he can cope with it. He's not stupid, and he's by no means incapable. I know that he's physically and mentally strong. They call him the 'bridge' of any conversation, because he seems to settle all the arguments.

"Suit yourself." He says, and I roll my eyes a little. He stays by here though, and I'm not sure why. He is one for sticking things out even when they're tough. Like his time as a career. He still goes and trains with his brother Tyren, even Alba and Joe sometimes. Physically, he should be quite strong. He uses the bow though, that much I know. Apparently he's relentless with it, him and Tyren are unstoppable if together. Probably the reason they both joined the Peacekeeper Academy, or are going to.

The cigarette in my hand comes to a stop as I stop inhaling from it and stamp it out nonchalantly on the floor. I take a seat on the bench next to me, still a fair distance from them. The scene is beautiful. I wish I was the one doing the gentlemanly thing right now, but that's just me. I don't do all that.

"Enjoying the party then?" He asks her. He feel obliged to do so, since it's his party. "I mean, I know it's a lot to take in at first, but you get used to it I guess." He adds, wanting to start at least a conversation, avoiding one word answers. I was expecting a lot from this girl, coming outside at the start of the party. Maybe she doesn't want to be here, actually, now that I come to think of it.

The outdoors is beautiful, in absolute seriousness. The moonlight is practically the only thing lighting the garden besides the outdoor lights next to the main back door. The sound of the quartet is flowing out and hovering just within range of hearing. The smell is of the outdoors, yet you can hear the guests inside getting along nicely. It's wonderful, if only the party were outdoors I may enjoy it more. But it is good, still of course.

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Avery Thrush
Age: 17

"Suit yourself." He says calmly. When most boys talk to me they either stutter or run away in fear. I'm impressed.

"Enjoying the party then?" He asks me. I smile oligopoly and say, "Yes. It is quite enjoyable." I only partially lie. It was kind of OK, but it wasn't my thing. I really only said that because it was his birthday. So I feel as if I should be the girl my mom wants me to be. Well, partially. I will never giggle for my life. I swear. I look over his shoulder and a few yards away is his brother, Max, watching us intently.

"I mean, I know it's a lot to take in at first, but you get used to it I guess." Alex says. Which snaps my attention back. "Yeah. I suppose." I reply. I suppose I'm not a girl who is great with words. The moon is high in the sky. It makes me feel a bit out of my comfort zone for some reason.

OOC: Sorry it's short. Again I'm on a time limit. Sorry!

[Jack Lexington]

MATtHEW DUNHAM

People around me are chatting, j=having sips of expensive drinks or ridiculously small portions of expensive food. One could almost think we're in the Capitol tonight if people were dressed and styled a little more colorful.
As I let me eyes roam around and meet the gaze of a few people. Some girls smile at me. I guess I still have the pregames bonus.
Then I turn my back on them and nurse my glass of champagne at my lonely table. I feel so out of place here. My uncle and my dad both make a lot of money with their company but only my uncle puts his on display. I'm not used to the crystal glasses and exclusive dishes, nor am I used to the people here.

Out of the blue somebody sits down next to me and when I turn my head I'm glad to see it's my friend, Tyren, who invited me.
I offer him a brotherly hug and nod at his question.
"Great party. Happy birthday, man. Officially legit to drink now. How does that feel?" I wonder while I still haven't graced that mark yet.
"Do you know all these people here?" Tyren looks pretty flashy in his tailor made suit, that definetly cost a buck or two.

[Anatra]

.:- Max Orca-:.

"Yes. It is quite enjoyable." She's giving really short answers. I should go rescue my cousin whilst I still can, next she'll just be giving the silent treatment. He looks back at me wondering what he's doing wrong. I shrug comically at him. "I dunno." I mouth out with my lips silently. "Yeah. I suppose." His conversation wasn't exactly interesting, I'll give her that, but she's being quite... defensive. It's like she doesn't want to be here. Maybe it's time to abandon ship.

I'm half tempted to light up another cigarette since this could take a while. Maybe I should go. Or maybe I shouldn't, this could get funny. Or, maybe I should join them. I could do either and it would probably still only get one word answers from her.

"What's your name?" Alex asks her.

.:- Tyren Orca-:.

Accepting the brotherly hug I listen to Matt's wishing of a happy birthday. His company is more welcome than the relatives that flocked me and Alex earlier. "Great party. Happy birthday, man. Officially legit to drink now. How does that feel?" Hardly stopped me anyway, I think to myself, reminiscing on past nights out with Matt. "Not that it'll change much, it does feel good. It's the kind of freedom I think I needed." I try not to delve into too many details about it since he hasn't reached eighteen yet, don't want him feeling too jealous. Surely it can't be that long now for him though.

I'm glad to hear he's enjoying the party, and it is also a strange sight to see him in his formal get-up. "Do you know all these people here?" He asks me, looking around at some of them. I look too, "Some, not most though." I point to my table. "You know Alba - Alex and Max, my other cousin, are outside. That's Joe," I point to him whilst he joking with Alba who's next to him. "And that's Tara." Joe's back. I wonder how he feels about that. Maybe he doesn't remember, or maybe he doesn't care. Not that it matters, because he got back safe and sound. Though he still hasn't told us where he'd went. I see him looking at my suit, which I do really enjoy wearing. "So, got any attention yet?" I ask him. To be honest, Kyanite could easily be out among the crowd. In fact, anybody could be. Mark, Jeran. Anybody. He'll also need to think of finding a partner for the dance. It's soon.

[Jack Lexington]

Together we look around at the other tables. There's one filled with his family members.
"You know Alba - Alex and Max, my other cousin, are outside. That's Joe,"
That rings a bell. Didn't he talk about him going missing? That he thought he might have run away or been abducted? And there he is? Maybe a different guy?
"Is he the one you've been telling me about?" I wonder in a low tone that only Tyren can hear.
"So he's back safely...what happened?"
It might be the wrong place and time to ask but since when do I care about such things.

"I brought you a present." I change the subject a little later.
From my pocket I pull a small wrapped leather bracelet with a bow and arrow engraved. I saw it at the market and knew right away who should be wearing it like a token.

The music stops for a moment and another annpouncement is made.
"Ladies and gentleman, I hope you're all enjoying the evening so far. We're about to start the dance in a few minutes here so if you haven't put your dancing shoes on yet...now's the time."
I sigh a little at that announcement.
"Dancing? Really...wanna dance with me, Tyren?" I smirk at him hoping he knows I'm joking.

[Anatra]

.:- Tyren Orca-:.

"Is he the one you've been telling me about?" He is. I'm glad he's remembered because it means I don't have to explain it all again. Every time somebody new sees him for the first time in a while they always wonder where he's been. Usually, I'd just say he's been here the whole time, or Don't know what you're talking about. But since I told Matt that Joe was gone, I feel explanation is required. "Yeah, that's the one." I confirm. "So he's back safely...what happened?" This is the part I can't answer. "We're not sure, he said it's best if we didn't. I'm not sure how to feel about it, but I don't really have need to know if he's here to stay." The reality, and it's a bad one. I wish it was simpler but it just isn't.

We talk a little, but eventually he says; "I brought you a present." I raise a brow with a smile. "Really?" I didn't expect presents from many of my friends, just the relatives that feel obliged to. It's a welcome gesture though. I unwrap it there and then, and to my amazement it is actually quite a great gift. "Shit, it's brilliant." That was my way of saying thank you. "I owe you one now, thanks." I add on.

I put the bracelet on straight away. It sits just outside of my cuff so it is visible. I really do like it. I'm not just saying it to please him. The music tones down on the precise moment I put it on. "Ladies and gentleman, I hope you're all enjoying the evening so far. We're about to start the dance in a few minutes here so if you haven't put your dancing shoes on yet...now's the time." I stand. "Dancing? Really...wanna dance with me, Tyren?" He's joking. He doesn't have a partner either, this should be a funny sight. "In your dreams, Dunham. I've got myself a partner already." I laugh at him before, as if on cue, Alba comes and takes my hand. "Gotta go now Matt, find someone nice!" I say before being escorted to the dance floor.

The music is ready to start. Each person is in the lines, boys one side and girls the other. I'm opposite Alba, Alex hasn't came in just yet, Max is just coming in now and I believe he'll be opposite Tara, his sister. Joe has himself a girl already, red hair and blue eyes. I've never seen her before. Mum and dad are opposite each other. I look around to see whether Matt has found anybody. Maybe he won't dance. We await the start of the waltz, which will be once everybody is in place that wants to be.

[Jack Lexington]

The way he talks about his cousin I can clearly tell he's almost as uneasy about the whole situation as when he was still gone so I adapt my expression to the seriousness of the talk.

He really seems to like my present though, which lightens the mood again. Thank goodness. Did he not expect a present from a friend?
"I'd be a shitty friend if I didn't bring you anything."
It's a little ironic that I chose this gift because I still carry the marks of his bow and arrow on my own body. "Maybe you'll give me a spear fro my birthday." I joke hoping he'll get my twisted humor and not get upset about it.

As soon as the music starts his cousin Alba comes over to tear him away from me.
"Gotta go now Matt, find someone nice!" he tells me before he makes his way to the dance floor.
"The only nice girl I know isn't around." I shout after him but then let my eyes wander a little. Maybe I can find some woman or girl who isn't here with a partner. I actually stand up and leave my glass at the table.
It's not like I would approach a girl and certainly no female would approach me as it's considered inappropriate. Then again, a lot of young girls don't care.