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She was guided over to those seats. She [i]did[/i] ask for a guide, after all. After sitting herself down and adjusting her matching red blindfold, smoothing down her fur and going through a myriad of other nervous ticks as she wondered the exact same thing. [color=a187be]"I wanted to. I thought you might've as well."[/color] She said, perking up a little as the song picked up. She looked back from the band to her ex-dance partner. [color=a187be]"I'm sorry."[/color] She didn't want to say that. It wasn't really true, either. She enjoyed it, for what it was worth, and the chance that they could've got closer was such a tempting path to take. Why wouldn't she take the risk - what was life without them?

[i]It wouldn't be a risk without failure.[/i] She mused, bitterly. Her hand was getting hotter, it was scalding now, from being in Hayley's for so long. She wanted to take it back but that would send the wrong message. A message of defeat and giving up. She kept her steady expression going and tried to hide the fidgeting she was doing to try and relieve some of the discomfort. She waited for another one of those responses. The pause lasted another eternity. She wondered how many of those she'd have to get through tonight.
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