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[b]Location:[/b] Main Room
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Lukas Jackson [@Aewin]

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During the break inbetween dates, such as they were, there was really only one thing that made sense to do in Veronica's eyes; and that was, of course, to tap her index fingers on the table as if she were in the middle of a drum solo. It didn't matter how long the wait was, be it sixty seconds or sixty minutes, Veronica amused herself at every opportunity and in lieu of having her sketchbook she had to improvise. There was no real rhyme or reason to her current drumming, but she was into it enough that she didn't initially notice that the second partner of the evening had arrived. 

Veronica stopped when Lukas sat down and she made no effort to apologize for her minor bout of inattentiveness. Her eyes did a quick scan; she assumed everyone here was making initial judgments based just on the physical. No matter what people said about 'beauty on the inside' or 'I care about personality' it all boiled down to that initial moment of physical attraction. She had been around enough hot, but drunk, people to know that someone could have the worst personality but be a total knock out in the looks department and go on to be the First Lady or something. Veronica knew the cards in her deck, her personality was on the low end of things and she didn't doll herself up to boost the attractiveness; that, in her mind, was her charm. Reality. 

Lukas wasn't the type of partner Veronica typically went for, but she was a beggar for the better part of her twenty-some years, being choosy was no longer an option. There was a bit of a wholesome look to him and she wasn't quite sure yet if that was a good or bad thing. Wholesome often meant boring. But sometimes it meant someone looking to try something, anything, new. 

[color=thistle]"Sup,"[/color] Veronica asked with a sharp tilting of her head, [color=thistle]"Yeah I'm 'Ms. Bryant' but only when I'm signing for a package or something. Otherwise I'm Veronica."[/color] Introductions were always so...forced and awkward but fifteen minutes was a lot longer than it seemed.

[color=thistle]"What's there to tell?"[/color] Veronica asked rather rhetorically, leaning back in her chair to get comfortable. [color=thistle]"I'm twenty seven years old, I lived with my parents until I was twenty six, all my friends are in relationships and I'm lucky if I get a guy or girl to call me back after we exchange numbers. I'm a cartoonist; I draw a comic strip called Swingles that you probably don't read but will totally tell me you do to make me feel better about doing something so few people care about. I burp on dates. Loudly. I want to lose a few pounds but I really like junk food - which probably leads to the burping thing - and I can count on one hand the number of times I've been the one asked out and not the other way around."[/color] 

Veronica rattled off her introduction at a pace that suggested she had given something similar to it before and when she finished she didn't appear to be ashamed or embarrassed by any of it. It was who she was, blemishes and all. 

[color=thistle]"Oh, and I was born in Ireland. If that matters. I'm guessing you're...don't tell me...you're...in construction? An architect? Something that people that wear blazers do?"[/color] With her own intro out of the way, now the ball was passed to Mr. Jackson; Veronica was curious how he would handle it. 

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[b]Location:[/b] Main Room
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Leona Song [@Salrynn]

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So far the event hadn't been going well. David was willing to chalk it up just to a bad start, he was naive to assume that everyone here would be of a similar mind. That Veronica woman was sitting comfortably at the bottom of his list and it would surely take someone truly reprehensible to knock her from that spot. Better to just forget about it and move on, the event was still young and surely there would be someone able to hold an interesting conversation for the fifteen minutes. 

Arriving at the next table where his next date was, David paused a moment at the choice in attire from Ms. Song. [color=sienna]"I'm starting to feel like I'm overdressed,"[/color] he said with a laugh as he sat down and adjusted his sleeves, brushing off any dirt or sand or dust that might've gotten onto him from the previous table. [color=sienna]"I like it, though, it's very...punk rock? Like...Siouxsie Sioux? From 'Siouxsie and the Banshees'?"[/COLOR] 

David paused a moment, thinking if he should sing a bit of 'Kiss Them For Me' but decided against it; this was all about making a good first impression after all and he didn't even know if this woman knew what he was even talking about. 

[color=sienna]"Sorry, that's probably a bit weird to say right off the bat. I'm new to this whole thing, I haven't been single in a while. Anyway, I'm David. David Sandoval. I'm a doctor, thirty years old, born and raised in New Mexico. That's the boring stuff out of the way easily enough...nice to meet you,"[/color] David was clearly a bit nervous but hid it behind a grin and an offered hand for shaking. Hopefully he would get used to this process before the night was over.[/center]