[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR52k84p/54b4e63d635603b22d80f72a4ba2be54.png[/img][hr][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b10d8-f60a-7779-a640-2ab9620bf297.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Blizz][@Forsythe][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=AC3EFF][b]Evening - Thr. December 16th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	“I could eat,” Gideon agreed, as Andy leaned up against her. She leaned in, nibbling lightly on her ear. “But I think the food here will have to do, then,” she added with a chuckle, before getting up and heading over to one of the waiters, and placing an order for more food than the two of them could possibly eat together. Then, she went to where a buffet table of sorts had been set-up, grabbing plates of appetizers and bringing them back to Andy. “Dig in, princess,” she added with a wink. 

	“You know that kid?” Eli asked, as Danni was twirled back to him on the dance floor. He’d taken advantage of the partner swap to dance with Cassie for a moment, before sending her back into Kate’s arms. He hadn’t recognized the boy Danni danced with, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him. He’d shown up here, ended up covered in food, and there was a haunted look to him that he couldn’t quite shake. There were kids like that on campus - kids who had suffered more than they should. He seemed like the sort who needed a friend. “It’s good on you, dancing with him. He probably needs it.”

	And then, his jaw tightened slightly as he noticed the shadows pooling. He [i]definitely[/i] needed a friend. Eli made a mental note to keep an eye on this kid, maybe reach out to him when they were back on campus - but with the Mother, he didn’t even know if that would happen. Everything was so up in the air. 

	America was laughing, giggling with glee as she danced with a veritable pop princess. “You’re so talented - you go, girl!!!” she squealed. She’d never done swing dance very much before, but she was quickly falling in love with it - with the music, the rhythm, the beat. Maybe she’d learn to play saxophone next semester! Or the trombone! The trombone seemed fun - she could imagine sticking a knife or a glove on the end of it, letting it double as a weapon. “How do you think we know if we’ve won, btw?” she then asked. She didn’t know if swing dancing came with a point system.