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[sub][right][color=823C46][b]LOCATION:[/b][/color]Ballroom at the Plaza[/right]
[right][color=823C46][b]INTERACTIONS:[/b][/color]Anyone at the Table[/right][/sub]
[hr][hr][indent][indent]Like a few of the other participants at the table, Yvonne's ice cream was green; as the tall flute of mint chocolate chip ice cream was placed in front of the young woman, she couldn't help but crack a small smile and think about her best friend. Mint chocolate chip had always been Yvonne's favorite ice cream flavor, something that she and Corinne had in common. It was because of this simple fact that the two had started a new tradition after they graduated college; it explained why every second Friday, the pair would sit on Yvonne's couch and stuff their faces with the cold treat, only stopping when their spoons hit the bottom of the carton. Yvonne hurriedly grabbed her spoon and began to dig into the sweet dessert; her grin widened as the flavor spread through her mouth. It didn't even occur to the young woman to dig to the bottom of the glass to find her "indicator," as the man had called it, until she noticed a few of the others at the table begin to do so. 

Yvonne watched with curious eyes as the other guests began to pull rings from their flutes (or mouths) before examining the gem stone that sat atop of it. Suddenly, Yvonne's heart began to pound nervously in her chest as she stared down at her own glass of ice cream. [color=823C46][b]"Here goes nothing,"[/b][/color] the young woman said as she used her spoon to dig her way down to her ring. Soon, Yvonne's spoon clinked against something hard. After hesitating for a brief moment, the young woman used her spoon to pull her ring up to the surface and sat it down on one of her nearby napkins. Upon wiping off all of the excess ice cream that had stuck to the ring, Yvonne saw that she had received the [b]Tiger's Eye[/b] stone. She simply slipped it onto one of her ring-less fingers before returning to her own dessert.  

She was filled to the brim with nervousness, which was a state of mind that she wasn't generally used to being in. While she was quite sure that the other participants were scanning the occupants of the table with hungry eyes, eager to find out who they were matched up with, Yvonne kept her own eyes trained on her flute of ice cream. And even after she'd finished her ice cream, the young woman opted to keep her hands folded neatly in her lap. Well, she did until she finally caught a glimpse of the ring whose gem stone appeared to be identical to her own. The ring was on the finger of the man with the thick Welsh accent who'd earlier introduced himself as a professional rugby player. It only took a moment for the young woman to recall his name. [i]Leo Moriarty.[/i]
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