<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://[URL=http://s307.photobucket.com/user/NovemberWerewolf/media/Female%20Characters/1920-flapper-girl.gif.html][IMG]http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/1920-flapper-girl.gif[/url])</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Maxine White</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Dining</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> The Group</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Ignoring Jonathan as best she can, and answering the pretty Maggie.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Maxi had found herself feeling quite at home amongst the luxury of fine dining and a gracious host. Here, where people chattered and glasses clinked with the greeting of lips and other vessels, she felt she shined the most. One might say that she was a social butterfly –and why not? She was a well rounded dancer, a growing-in-fame thespian with a pleasant singing voice (if she didn’t say so herself,), such social activities were much the norm for someone like her. Even if, sometimes, the company present didn’t warm your heart. Like Jonathan for instance; a man who had stolen hers away at one point and now… well, now she had it back safely beating behind her ribcage. Beats of slight nervousness, not like the love-sick fool she once had been.<br/><br/>But why ruin such a good time? Why let the game hen go to waste, or to ignore these delicious potatoes? She sipped from her glass, engaged in idle chatter, absently twirling her finger around a lock of dark brown hair. Short was in fashion these days, but Maxine decided to go bold by keeping her curly tresses down to her shoulders. Tonight it was delicately pinned with a cluster of pearls at the nape of her neck, exposing matching earrings and a dark dress that featuring a hemline almost too low for polite company.<br/><br/>There was a woman who sat not far from Maxi; a pretty little thing with delicate features that were quite elegant, almost regal in a way. Her hair was short, not only contrasting in length but shade in its golden tresses. Idly Maxi wondered if it was really as soft as it looked.<br/><br/>She greeted Maggie’s question with a dazzling white smile, leaning forward slightly so as to better address the beauty. “Now how could I ever forget a pretty little dame such as yourself? Call me Maxi. I don’t suppose we’ve actually met.”