last ones out / vera & tide (sponsorship gala)

v e r a .

"gimme just a little bit (more)
a little bit of excess"

Old habits die hard, I guess. At the gala, once I'm settled in, once a few of the faces behind the masks have made themselves obvious, I start getting bored. Sipping on drinks is one thing (one thing I'm not sure I'm supposed to be doing, but which I am regardless), but it's so boring to do alone. That's always been my mindset, no matter what party I'm at. Something about the big, busy atmosphere makes me feel so lonely; the rooms, so wide and so busy, all feel closed off to me alone. People look, like they always do, but not many dare to touch. Why is that? Why has it always been like that? What about me makes people think I'm untouchable?

Why do I always have to make the first move? Romance, friendships, familial; it's always the same -- except for with Nori, weirdly enough. She definitely started it between us, whatever it is. An alliance for now at least. I sigh and knock back the rest of my drink. I'm fizzy on the inside and I can hear champagne bubbles popping in my ear. Enough of all this loitering. I scan the room for someone to dance with, eventually landing on who I think is the guy from District Four. Wave, or Riptide, or something nautical like that. He's cute, but he's sort of scary. I could say the same about the girl from Four too though. They make a right pair. I'm sure sponsors are already fond of them.

Which, of course, makes him an ideal candidate to ask to dance. It can't hurt to be seen in proximity to someone so Games-perfect.

I approach, one hand on my hips, the other hanging casually by my side. I tilt my head and smile. My mask cuts off the edges of my grin.

"Hey, Four. You wanna dance?"