<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/56206783/original.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"><strong>Mackenzie Aayana White</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Hecate<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Veronica, Emil, Open {Tagging: Emil}<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>June 20th, Between events<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Um...What?<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spiked leather jacket (worn open)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcSkxWT4H54sPlsjB9xeHslpNIjb5eD7w8rMeJMjv8bUQ6hVgr4NGvAElJrcrNc&amp;usqp=CAc)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Torn grey tank</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/24/4e/0e/244e0e6cd3ea92d1e923575c950d5571.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">torn black jeans</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://media.dollskill.com/media/DqxPHl1e0UoL8ujHKFlPzy8rxoVQPX4N-34.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">black, leather, knee-high boots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2018/08/17/5b777193bb761586335cb9b4/m_5b7771b65bbb8091e68d816a.jpg)</div></div>with<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">fully charged magic amulet (fully dark blue matching ring)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0/f2/albu/g4/M01/66/58/rBVaEVfNYmSAG5VTAAJ6RrBbdjo220.jpg)</div></div>and<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">fully charged magic ring (fully dark blue)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/813uFj-L9FL._SY500_.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>None<br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“Oh shoot!”</span></span>Kenzie said, shutting her eyes tightly and mentally facepalming herself.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“That’s not what I meant,”</span></span>Kenzie said, realizing how her inviting Roni along must have sounded to Emil.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“I just meant I don’t want Roni feeling uncomfortable or lonely.”</span></span><br/><br/>After a short pause, Kenzie shook her head.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“No, that probably didn’t come off how I meant either.  I just mean she’s like a sister to me and I don’t want her to have to show up alone and it’s too late to find her a date and I just don’t want her to feel like—like—”</span></span>She paused again, looking down towards the ground, taking a deep breath and rubbing her fingers across her forehead.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“I’m really not helping my case any here, am I?”</span></span>Kenzie asked as she peeked up at Emil around her fingers, shaking her head.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“You know what, I’m sorry.  I’m just sorry.”</span></span>She moved her hands from in front of her face, putting them up in surrender with her palms facing her head.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“Apparently, there’s no right way to word what I mean, and I couldn’t blame you if you walked away right now.  I probably sound like a bumbling idiot who’s codependent on my sister and scared of a date.  But if you still do want to go, I would really appreciate it if you didn’t mind escorting both of us, at least on the walk to the party.  Then, you and I can spend some time together, dance, have some fun, maybe take over the stage to show these people what real music sounds like?”</span></span>She joked, hoping she sounded better now than she did a few seconds ago.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“Though if you don’t want to go with me anymore, I promise we won’t turn you into a frog.”</span></span>After a pause and a half-impish smile, she continued.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“Besides, that’s not really our style.  We usually prefer turning guys into rats.  They’re much easier to sacrifice or feed to the snakes that way.  Or donkeys.  But that’s usually the asses.”</span></span>She joked, hoping he was fully aware that it was just a joke.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“Anyways, I should, uh, probably go start getting ready.”</span></span>She said, kicking the ground.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">“The dress is gorgeous but if I don’t start getting ready early, then we’re going to be more than fashionably late to the Ball.  Hopefully, I’ll see you later so we can go.  That is if I haven’t already made you regret asking me in the first place.”</span></span><br/>