Uwahh, all these people with their overflowing individuality and their overbearing auras of power simply made Naoko want to drink more and more. Downing flutes of bubbly champagne like an alcoholic, she barely registered the stinging of alcohol, instead just trying to stop herself from staring at the little, doll-like girl that was attended by quite a handsome butler. Pity formed on her face for just an instant, at how she must have never had a childhood growing up, before the red-eyed Einherjar slapped her reddening cheeks. The little miss looked like the proud, noble type. Such a gaze would just get her pissed, wouldn’t it? Wheeling behind the tower of wine bottles, Naoko gazed from inbetween the gaps, and let out a sigh of relief. The little miss was leaving normally, not noticing her furtive glances. Thank the gods for that.

Before she could get too comfortable, however, another proud noble type started talking, unabashedly disrupting the conversations of everyone else. If the little miss had been the cold, proud type, the blond gentleman must definitely be the arrogant, flamboyant type. With hair slicked back to reveal his receding hairline, and a smirk that looked like it belonged to some low-level teenage delinquent, Naoko hid once more, this time cringing in embarrassment. It was the 21st century! Weren’t American rappers the only ones who were so idiotically audacious now?

[b]“Ugh. This is actually pretty painful to watch…”[/b]

Naoko stopped. She clutched her mouth. She felt her cheeks. She looked at the blond aristo-punk. Then, she awkwardly smiled, turned away, and began to speedwalk out of the room.

[i]Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasedon’tchase…[/i]