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[color=crimson]TIME[/color] ⤑ [color=hotpink]Evening[/color]
[color=crimson]INTERACTING WITH[/color] ⤑ Arthur [Boyfriend]
[color=crimson]FEELING[/color] ⤑ [color=hotpink]Like having fun![/color]
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Ding ding ding! The hunt was on. But as he took her hand in his, there was this feeling that grabbed at her unexpectedly. A spark? Helene should have been relieved, but it was the strangest feeling to have. It almost felt completely right and that scared the ever living hell out of her. So what, she was just going to go all gaga-eyed for every guy going forward? No, she was just sentimental over Terrance, that's all. She needed to get him out of her system and Mr. Macho over here in her system. Or just in her. Whichever came first. Or whoever. With that in mind she let him lead her to the floor, smiling at his suggestion to dance first. So he wanted to work for it? Well, all he needed to do was keep it up, now.

It was hard to admit his hands kept throwing her back to a few days past, and she couldn't help but remember how Terrance had held her when she confessed her history to him. She wasn't going to last much longer at this rate, already feeling herself slipping back. As he pulled her to him, she placed her arms on his shoulders, watching him for a moment. The mask covered his face nicely, though she could tell he was gorgeous. Was it too slutty to want to jump him already? Then again, she never gave a damn about what people said anyway, so once the song finished, she leaned in close, almost like she was going to kiss him, though she hung back ever so slightly. "[color=lightsalmon]Let me make your dreams come true, then,[/color]" She smiled mischievously, giving him a rather sultry look. 

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Alexander's compliment was genuinely flattering, and Gigi placed her hands behind her back, diverting her gaze momentarily. Shit, that made her feel amazing. She didn't usually care how she looked, and it was common knowledge to know she always came to school rather disheveled, though she went out of her way to look nice. Or rather, she let Helene work her magic with little protest. So the fact that he noticed actually made her feel good. It was addicting always trying to get his attention, and seeing him with those girls triggered [i]something[/i] in her. As he asked if he stuck out, she opened her mouth to respond but realized she couldn't admit that she was tracking him down. That would be weird. And weird him out. Right?

Clearing her throat, she tried to think on her toes. "[color=orangered]Thank you. But no, I was just walking by and saw you were in need of my assistance,[/color]" She outright lied, looking away. "[color=orangered]But I'm...glad I found you...[/color]" She murmured as that strange feeling in her chest came to her once again. She felt like she was being watched, and as she looked to the source, it took her a second to realize she was being talked about. Right, Alexander was actually fairly popular, so people were probably wondering who the hell she was. She rolled her eyes, not really bothered, though she looked up at Alexander. "[color=orangered]You look really nice. I almost didn't recognize you, but that grin of yours is unmistakable.[/color]"

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Eva couldn't stop smiling, though whether it was from enjoying herself or watching Arthur clunk around, who knew. Honestly, she was surprised he let her drag him along, but she really just wanted to enjoy him. She almost wanted to tease him, but considering he was clearly uncomfortable and danced with her anyway, it'd be mean to do so. As he asked how she felt, she stared at him for a moment, her smile faltering slightly as she looked at him. While she appreciated that he was always looking out for her, she couldn't quite get rid of the guilt she had. He should be enjoying himself, or at least relaxing a little bit. In the back of her mind she wondered if he felt obligated to be with her, and she had to quickly stomp it out. It wasn't fair for her to keep doubting him. "[color=pink]You don't have to worry about me tonight,[/color]" She told him, perking up slightly, her hands playing with his hair. "[color=pink]We're here to have fun. Together.[/color]"

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