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[center][h1][color=#e31e1e]Constance Monroe[/color][/h1]
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[color=#e31e1e]Location[/color]: The Dining Room
[color=#e31e1e]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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As the foyer filled up, Constance watched the other nominees arrive, and looked each of them over subtly. Not one of them really looked like they had bothered too much with the dress code, in fact, one of them looked more like he was ready to hit the beach more than dine! She did notice that one of the others, an older gentleman that she thought looked rather dashing, had dressed up and pressed his outfit. She smiled to herself at that. That, there, was a man that knew how to present himself. She rather hoped she was sitting somewhere close to him to be able to strike up a casual conversation with him.

She did notice the scene being made as one of the nominees arrived, a drag queen, do a death drop. Constance was a little impressed, as that did take some amount of flexibility to do so, but this was [i]not[/i] the moment for her to do such a move. This wasn't some drag brunch or drag show. This was a [i]formal[/i] dinner, for goodness sake! Was was it that it seemed that almost everyone there, aside from the man in the cashmere blazer, didn't know basic human manners?

The doors to the dining hall opened and Constance filed in with the others and found the seat with her name on it. It as just her luck that the man wasn't quite next to her, but more kitty-corner across from her. That would make trying to strike up any conversation a bit tricky, so she would put away those thoughts for after dinner. It was her luck that she was right next to their host, Eleanor. She could win some points for the award, showing that she was truly the [i]perfect[/i] candidate after all.

As they all sat down, the rather rude fat looking man made a rather disgusting comment about the drag queen that made Constance look over at him. If it had not been a polite setting, she might have given him a piece of her mind. 'Fake woman?' Ugh, what a disgusting thing to say! She turned her attention to the salad that was placed before her and picked up her salad fork and knife and tried to make some small talk with those around her.

The rude man made another comment, this time insulting the drag queens profession and sexuality, and Constance's knife slipped across her plate with a jarring screech. She, herself, was queer and saw no harm in that. There was also nothing wrong with drag queens! They were performers as well in her mind, not as prestigious as ballet performers, but performers none the less. She still not dare say a word or do anything, but it seemed that the situation remedied itself. 

A young man, whom Constance was pretty sure was that Youtube guy, got up and punched the rude LaLune so hard that his nose was bleeding. The man that Constance had been eyeing got up and went to fix his nose. [color=#e31e1e][i]"Oh, so he's the surgeon. Good to know."[/i][/color] She thought to herself as the situation was resolved by Elanor dismissing the rude man, and everyone returning to their meal.

Once the kerfuffle had been resolved, Constance found herself chatting with Beatrice about the Salad, blissfully unaware of the salad crimes being committed at the other end of the table.