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Post by Script on Dec 1, 2011 23:05:23 GMT -5
When Maggie heard about the debutante ball they were all invited to, she desperately wanted to go. She wanted to get dressed up and drink fancy champagne.
She wanted to have a good time.
It took more effort to convince Skittery to go than she had anticipated, but he'd finally caved.
So there they were, entering the ballroom, Maggie looking thrilled in her pretty cranberry-colored gown that showed off her skin tone and her curves.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 1, 2011 23:14:41 GMT -5
Once Skittery had seen Maggie in that dress, he was glad he decided to go. But then they actually got there. There were rich people everywhere, people he didn't know. Plus the suit he was wearing felt stiff and stuffy.
How did he get talked into going to this again? Oh right. Maggie practically begged him. And he couldn't say 'no' to her anymore.
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Post by Script on Dec 1, 2011 23:18:19 GMT -5
Maggie looped her arm through his, beaming. The ballroom was decorated and all lit up, and her eyes sparkled with joy. "Oh, it's beautiful!"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 1, 2011 23:21:16 GMT -5
He quirked an eyebrow as he gazed around the ballroom, wondering what was so beautiful about it. But then he looked down at Maggie. She looked so happy. He didn't want to ruin it for her.
"Yeah, it's pretty," he replied.
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Post by Script on Dec 1, 2011 23:24:48 GMT -5
She turned to smile up at him. "Thank you for coming with me, Mike. I know you don't want to be here."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 2, 2011 22:54:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, it's better being here with you," he admitted, stooping down to kiss her cheek lightly.
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Post by Script on Dec 2, 2011 22:58:50 GMT -5
She blushed, smiling at him. "Aw, that's sweet, baby." She smoothed her hand over her skirts. "Do you like my dress?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 2, 2011 23:01:36 GMT -5
He let out a soft chuckle as he took the opportunity to check her out. "What, the fact that my eyes popped outta my head when I first saw you didn't give it away?"
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Post by Script on Dec 2, 2011 23:07:33 GMT -5
She laughed, smiling brightly up at him. "Really? I was afraid the color might be a little...scandalous."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 2, 2011 23:10:58 GMT -5
A deep furrow etched into Skittery's brow as he processed her comment. "A color can be scandalous?"
Apparently he didn't get fashion at all. But that's not surprising.
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Post by Script on Dec 2, 2011 23:16:01 GMT -5
She laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Red's often seen as the color of a, um...woman of the night, I suppose." She blushed. "But I saw this cranberry dress and I just loved it. I couldn't help it. Does it make me look cheap?" ((Look what I made! If this were modern, of course. www.polyvore.com/debutante_ball_script/set?id=40250668 )) |
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Post by Skittery on Dec 2, 2011 23:25:54 GMT -5
"No, of course not. You look beautiful," he replied, his hand coming to rest at the small of her back. He actually had no idea what 'cheap' looked like, but he knew she didn't want to hear that she did.
((pretty!))
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Post by Script on Dec 2, 2011 23:29:47 GMT -5
She smiled at him, pleased that he was so complimentary. She took two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, handing it to him. "Cheers, Michael." She clinked her glass against his.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 2, 2011 23:31:45 GMT -5
The corner of his lips quirked up into a half-smile. "Cheers, Maggie," he replied before taking a gulp. Ahh, champagne. Already the night was looking better.
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Post by Script on Dec 2, 2011 23:35:40 GMT -5
She sipped hers cheerfully. She might take advantage of the free champagne and wine. "We should get drunk tonight. We haven't been drunk since that very first night we met."
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