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[h2][color=Gray]Astrid Daley[/color][/h2][/center] 
A crowd was gathering on the beach, the music thrumming in each and everyone's veins as if it was the only thing that kept them alive. [i]Finally[/i]. Astrid was beginning to wonder if coming here was a huge mistake. It probably still was, she told herself as she flipped her hair to one side and pursed her lips. Her appearance was exactly how she wanted it. She was dressed plainly, but instead of her usual black, she had opted for a simple white [url=http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/6wtuv8-l-330.jpg]dress[/url], slightly rumpled as if she didn't really care how people saw her. Her face was makeup free excluding the faint shadow she always had of washed-off eyeliner underneath her eyes. She had made an effort. Sort of. And she knew she looked good, in her own way. 


She rolled her eyes as yet another random guy approached her, asking if she needed anything. Normally, she would've been at least somewhat flattered; but this was the fifth time someone had come up to her and, by the way a lot of the guys similarly dressed were staring at her out of the corner of their eye, they worked here. [color=gray]"Can I get s drink? Something with alcohol in it?" [/color]She finally answered, offering a small smile to him. [color=gray]"Please." [/color]She added, scolding herself. Of course, if she was going to enjoy herself here, she could at least get the staff to like her. Upon watching him leave, she finally decided to actually show her face in the heart of the get-together. She had been hovering around the outskirts for about an hour now, being one of the first to arrive. 

The boat ride had been awkward, to say the least. Attempting to settle the butterflies in her stomach, she had lit a cigarette - one of her expensive spiced ones, too - and, not long after she had taken the first drag, she was asked -no, [i]ordered[/i] to put it away. She had obliged, but resounded to sit tapping her foot and humming for the rest of the journey, earning her quite a few dirty looks. [i]It wasn't her fault she was nervous. They could at least try to make it seem a little more normal.[/i]

Now drifting through the crowd, she plucked an odd blue drink from a passing server and winked at him. She let herself move to the music, her hips swaying slightly as she took a sip of the mystery cocktail. Screwing up her face, she took another drink. It was strong, but she liked strong. Her eyes darted to where the other contestants were arriving. Part of her knew that she should approach them, but she was curious to see if any of them would make the first move. [i]Five minutes[/i] she told herself [i]you have five minutes of waiting then you take matters into your own hands. [/i]