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Amelia Knight stood at the edge of the event pavilion, a sense of excitement in the air as she took in the lively scene before her. The DJ on the stage spun tropical house music, its infectious rhythm infusing the atmosphere with an undeniable energy that set the tone for the night. The catchy beat seemed to seep into her bones, and she couldn't help but tap her feet in time with the music, a small smile playing on her lips. Her raven-black hair, which was gathered into a carefree bun, caught fleeting glimmers of light that danced across its surface. Her enigmatic brown eyes swept across the dancefloor, her gaze tracing the energetic moves of the crowd. A soft chuckle escaped her as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, momentarily lost in the carefree spirit of the moment. Watching the joyful partygoers, a part of her yearned to join in, to surrender herself to the music and the collective euphoria. But a hint of reservation held her back, a lingering trace of her typically introspective nature reminding her of the walls she often kept around herself.

[color=#990099][i]That won’t do. You’re on vacation…[/i][/color] was the thought that crossed Amelia’s mind at her hesitance, but she knew that she would need more than mere determination to break free of her mental self-constraints. So, she pivoted away from the pulsating dancefloor, her destination clear. She weaved her way through the gathering, a glint of purpose in her eyes as she made her way to the bar. The vibrant ambiance seemed to shift around her as she sought refuge in this new quieter corner of the festivities.
Leaning against the bar, Amelia caught the bartender's attention with a friendly smile. [color=#990099]"Can I get an umm...”[/color] Her brain short-circuited for a moment, the woman coming to realize that she hadn’t given a thought to what she wanted. Thankfully, an auburn-haired woman seated beside her spoke up then, ordering a mai tai. 

[color=#990099]“I think I’ll have that too,”[/color] Amelia said, her voice regaining its usual composure. With a newfound sense of assurance, she watched as the bartender deftly mixed the requested drinks, skillfully pouring and shaking with practiced ease. As the clinking of ice cubes and the tinkling of glass accompanied the bartender's movements, her attention drifted back to the patron beside her. She took a moment to study the auburn-haired woman before giving her a friendly nod. 

[color=#990099]“Great choice, by the way.”[/color] 

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