<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/i/db/2018/3/877568/877568-800w.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>18th August, 2022 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luxury tent | Quidditch Trillenium Stadium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with these heels (https://www.brides.com/thmb/mEps6ds3g9kkyolTWCxMPuHi7HM=/3650x3650/filters:fill(auto,1)/CM-001-b1cf232f372b4c59a92c0a60847285c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Back in Corinne's luxury tent<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Rush - Aly & AJ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKiKJ8FYoA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ibrahim Berkes (Heartsink)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Corinne was starting to tune Ibrahim out. His excuses weren’t valid because they weren’t making any sense. If he had a reason that he wasn’t able to watch the game with her, that would be one thing. But he had no legitimate excuse whatsoever and the more he spoke about it, the more she wondered if he thought she was genuinely stupid.<br/><br/>“What, do you think I’m thick?” She shouted, spinning to face him as she placed a finger on her temple. She didn’t wait for his reply though, and spun right back around again, so that her back continued to face him. Even though he had started talking about how there was no one else and reached out and touched her back, Corinne still ignored.<br/><br/>He then muttered something about how she wouldn’t understand and Corinne scoffed when he accused her of not understanding anything unless it went her way. She turned to face him now. “Pardon me for thinking that planning this trip for months was going to begin with you and I banging in this tent and end with you and I snogging at the fireworks display!”<br/><br/>Corinne continued, deciding to dig even deeper. “Pardon me for thinking that after literally months of not getting to be with you in the way that I want, that this was the perfect event for us to finally be together in my tent, so that we could finally have some time to enjoy one another, like we used to.” She sighed, her hands falling to her sides. “Maybe this is the problem,” she chuckled an angry sound. “Maybe we just don’t enjoy each other anymore.”