<div class="floatleft">(https://live.staticflickr.com/894/27530789377_f61dc9ca6f_b.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th...fashionably late to tea.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Leather skirt (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/13/a2/ca13a2b38d760b8d1eed29392eb14725.jpg) with this t-shirt. (https://vangogh.teespring.com/v3/image/nX-CBQLAENc3n-eVkBz5qNZSVyY/480/560.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Ebullient and social.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Doing the High Tea thing.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Gabby, Marshall, and Jack – OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>At some point during their trek across the ballroom, Avery had recognized Jack’s discomfort and released his hand. Nothing had been said, but the brief flash of an apologetic smile had said plenty enough for the moment. Later, after the crowd thinned, she would offer an appropriate apology.<br/><br/>As for Marshall’s inner musings about dogs and leashes, had she been privy to those thoughts she would have been mortified. Maybe it was true that ignorance is bliss because in her excitement she certainly had not intended to create such an impression.<br/><br/>Despite that, Avery remained exultant. Gabby was lovely and as much as she had excellent taste in shoes it was the warmth with which she welcomed them both that stood out most. It was the sort of welcome that felt like coming home to an old friend. Deeply genuine and full of hope.<br/><br/><em>“Oh, thank you!” </em><br/><br/>Not much could be said for her keen sense of fashion most days. She liked what she liked, and that didn’t necessarily equate to mainstream tastes. To be fair, Gabby hardly felt mainstream which was a mark in her favor.<br/><br/><em>“It’s nice to meet you, Gabby. I’m Avery.” </em><br/><br/>Jack was exchanging pleasantries with Marshall, people were ordering crepes, the room was busy with conversation and students finding their way through this whole affair.<br/>When the opportunity provided itself and it was considered polite to do so, she offered Marshall a proper introduction as well.<br/><br/><em>“It’s nice to meet you as well, Marshall!”</em><br/>