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Isabella noticed the glances from the newly arrived woman with a raised eyebrow and so what a challenge to her in ways only the female of the species could communicate. Just because she was dressed nicely and enjoyed it. Turning to watch the game, the action was starting to pick up. The crowd grew more animated as play became more interesting and turned to look blonde hair swaying with the movement. 

The crack was loud and clear but before she could even turn, then everything went to chaos... Hearing someone falling she turned her head missing the cause , then body balancing on heels and keeping her drink steady as the thud of people or person hitting the floor but someone caught one of the sisters firmly. Her attention caught on the scene of drama and danger, did not notice the ball. [color=f49ac2]"You hurt?" [/color]Asking the question everyone had on their minds. Also fully understanding how much a dance lift gone wrong could go. 

Jackson was more alert than the tall blonde who turned away as he joined the gasp, the man was pretty solid and would probbly be ok bar s few bruises, the woman however was at the point of maximum leverage, momentum and it was too late to stop it. The floor was concrete and she had the disadvantage of being at wronf end of lever based physics. Luckily she was caught by her compatriot who absorbed the impact with a hefty Back step. [color=6ecff6]"Its certainly not boring up here. "[/color] the Event was nothing you could call forgettable, everyone seemed ok, the man was already up and being looked after by the women.[color=6ecff6]"Seriously everyone good?, pretty sure I saw a first round aid point close by coming up if need a medic" [/color]

He was however also witness to the ball that had not forgotten them but had been lost in the chaos still maintain enough energy as it headed assisted by Gravity towards her.[color=f49ac2]" Fuc.."[/color] Gold eyes flashed in alarm as it hit her above shoulder at base of neck. Instinctively shielding her face spilling the drink as it fell with her pale blue jacket partly now a more fruity orange along with one of the posters players posters now somewhat more tanned. [color=f49ac2]"Ouch..  What was that?" [/color]

Feeling her now wet jacket sticking, Isabella dropped it onto an empty spot before anything else could get stained by the sweet, fruity cocktail. Her T-shirt was a little damp and annoying but thankfully only a little more snug and not stuck to her skin thankfully. [color=f49ac2]"That was a good one too.."[/color] Still. Left holding a piece of pineapple.

[color=f49ac2]"I'm fine… just a little sticky." [/color]stretching her neck as she was sure she heard someone named their band after a serial killer… seriously? Little odd. Feeling like no loss to join in and open up a little. [color=f49ac2]"I'm a local PHD student in Artificial intelligence and computers…  I hope to join the NASA deep space research programme one day."[/color] Isabella was more than a pretty face and cute skirt but everyone had more than one aspect to them. The jacket could be cleaned later, Isabella just wanted to enjoy her day. It was good pineapple, at least nibbling on the reminder. Would they believe her, their loss. 

[color=6ecff6]"Yours miss, i believe who catches keeps at this level.[/color]" Picking the ball that hit the floor after the amazonian blonde lost her drink, handing it to her politely. It was an unorthodox one but a nice memento for her. [color=6ecff6]"I recently inherited the Tropico Hotel rather suddenly from my late father. Though before that I was 9 years in the end as Blue Beret Staff Sgt in the Air Force, mostly Asia and Italy."[/color] Nothing could quite teach you how to take on the responsibility for people's livelihoods that kept the wolf from the door. It was a heavy responsibility to get used to at first.[color=6ecff6]"Glad i only ended up shooting targets"[/color] While there were moments, for most part things were a bit quieter round the world. 

[color=f49ac2]"Thankyou, might as well get something out of it.[/color]" The baseball was rather dense, had quite some heft but just about fit in her handbag. No wonder it Surprised her. [color=f49ac2]"Ouch, anyone got some ice?[/color]" moving her neck experimentally realising it hit harder than first seemed and needed alittle preventive fix to not hurt later. 



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