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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>
Age: 24<br/>
Date/Time: Sat July 31 - 14:30</b><b>Location: Villa<br/>
Wearing: [see picture]<br/>
Tagging: <a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">Chartreux</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a></b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Hayley was breathing fairly heavily after their song finally ended. Belting out as she had was not typically an exhausting endeavor, but to be put on the spot like that, in a situation with total strangers, on television, all while trying to vie for a guy’s attention to find her “perfect match” was rather nerve-wracking to put it mildly. Either way, the woman was all smiles, laughing as she went to say something encouraging to her impromptu co-star. “You were amazing! Typically I play Maureen too, but it was fun being Joanne for once. Thanks for that!”<br/><br/>Before she could say anything more or hear her accidental friend’s response though, the music suddenly became louder and more boisterous than just an acoustic guitar. No matter how out of breath she might be, Hayley was always in the mood to dance when the music hit that sweet spot, and Uptown Funk always seemed to do just that. Pretty soon, she too joined in the swaying of hips and bodies, arms in the air, ready to drunk-white-girl dance….except she wasn’t drunk. Where was Norm with that drink anyway? Maybe he found somebody new to talk to amidst the chaos. If so, that was great for him! And also maybe she should bring her eyes back to her original point of interest. When her gaze lingered over to that very man, Sterling he said his name was, and started to dance over to him to continue that conversation that got musically interrupted. Or maybe “do you want to dance?” were the words that came out of her mouth instead.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><b><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/d11ce3ba-daa2-4eaf-9ee7-c2fe9ff3f735-png.91061/" title="D11CE3BA-DAA2-4EAF-9EE7-C2FE9FF3F735.png">
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</div>Name: Oshiro Yami<br/>
Age: 27<br/>
Date/Time: Sat July 31 - 14:30<br/>
Location: Villa<br/>
Wearing:[see picture]<br/>
Tagging: <a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="5347" data-username="Moka-chan" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5347/">Moka-chan</a></b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Yami kept his eyes on the dancing and singing brunette. Seeing her pushed against the table by the Brit caused another eyebrow to quirk as ideas started swimming in his mind. The small lift of the corner of his lips rose just steadily a bit more, his eyes zeroed in on her like a hawk to its prey.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, his laser focus was quickly obstructed by the sound of a feminine voice just to his side. He didn’t look down at her, taking a sip from his ale again, he shrugged at her comment. “It’s certainly not bad.”<i>Though I am interested in a different tune she could sing to me in private.</i>He thought that last bit with a smirk, until finally he let his eyes fall down towards his new companion. He blinked once. She was…actually quite cute, though perhaps a bit too shy for his tastes. But then again, she did approach him, which took enough guts in and of itself. Curiosity soon blossomed here as well. Well, the whole point of this show was to play the field after all, right? The singing chick seemed to be focusing on her new friends. Her turn will come eventually.<br/><br/>In the meantime, with the new song choice making him cringe just a bit more on the inside (he doesn’t mind funk as a genre typically, but drunken bodies messily smashing into each other isn’t exactly his idea of fun, preferring instead smoother rhythms one can really…<i>grind</i>into if dancing with another), Yami looked back at the shy girl and offered her an invitation. “You want to head some place quiet? Maybe talk and listen to some real music? Or would you rather flail limbs with the rest of the bunch over there?”