<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/61509ce5646931c22d9f8e0d5e4f4983/tumblr_pldn57nIyR1smw1wso1_1280.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>Stefanie Cirillo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271333#msg15271333)<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, 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>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>Burgundy-lace bustier-eqsue top, high-wasted, black dress pants with matching casual-style blazer (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c2/53/d8/c253d84cb57f747058faeb810a9a2a95.jpg) and black, strappy heels. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5a/02/a4/5a02a46ce0d6ac6443b59d066ebc9b2a.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>Curious<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Introductions<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Delilah & Grayson | Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>"...I was just going to say those were probably hand-grown by some rugged farmer on an idyllic berry farm like out of some sort of Thomas Kincaid painting or something."</em><br/><br/>Stefanie cocked an eyebrow at him, mid-chew, before swallowing to make a brief response.<br/><br/>“No wonder they taste so good. Rugged farmers are the key.”<br/><br/>Her icy blue eyes fluttered over to the other woman, glancing her up and down for a brief moment to actually take in her appearance as she spoke and Stefanie made a point to finish off her strawberry. The worst part about strawberries was dealing with their little green leaf cap, but luckily for her the staff had been paid enough to remove them all before putting the berries out to be picked at.<em>Ahh, the rich.</em>The other female student looked a lot more casually dressed than Stef had initially expected anyone to be, though she seemed to still be well put together. Maybe she was going for the more...wholesome look? The judgement crossed her mind with a cock of an eyebrow, portraying the thought process for a moment before lowering to something more neutral.<br/><br/><em>"You'd be surprised...people like to put fake food on tables in places like these...can't be too sorry you know."</em><br/><br/>“You’re not wrong. This place gives me ‘fake food’ vibes too.”<br/><br/>Stefanie took another strawberry, completely disregarding the plates for the moment as the couple that she’d interrupted began self-introductions.<br/><br/>“Stefanie.” She nodded, waving her hand absentmindedly in a brief acknowledgement.<br/><br/>As the newly introduced Delilah continued, commenting on how she felt out of the place, Stefanie’s gaze wandered to observe the room. Others had finally started to mingle or to make orders of hot foods that were being prepared.<br/><br/>“I’m pretty sure everyone here feels the same.” She brushed off the girl's fears, turning to her again. “But hey, at least we’re all in the same boat, right?” Stef shifted, turning her hip to the table in order to stand face on to the two of them.<br/><br/>“My advice? Touch everything. Delicate things usually end up broken anyway.” She glanced from Delilah to Greyson, tilting her head at him expectedly, looking for him to add his own two cents to the conversation.