(Marion with Misty - leaving the party)<br/><br/>Her heart was beating like a rock and roll drum break. Otto’s voice echoed in her skull, clawed at her mind. The purple dress blazed like salvation tough and those eyes, catlike and deep as pools. She knew she could get calm, find her center if she could just look into those eyes for a while away from the thump of the jungle drum music and the hot darkness of the party.<br/><br/>“Walk!” She squeaked squeezing Misty’s hand and moving through the crowd with her. “I mean, I just need some air, a walk.” She looked over her shoulder, a small smile on her pink lips. The purple dress flared in the darkness and the touch of the girls hand<br/><br/>She shouldered through the jungle of shadows, their dark eyes scraping across her making her flinch. It was like forcing her way through brambles but in moment door was ahead of her with its brass French handle and she levered it down.<br/><br/>Dragging Misty out into the cool night, it felt like being plunged into a stream, able to breathe at last. The breeze moved through her ginger red hair and she took in a deep breath closing her eyes briefly. Then it occurred to her that she had dragged a girl she had just met through a party. She turned to the dark haired girl, her eyes were just as beautiful in the light of the stars, just as captivating.<br/><br/>“Oh I’m sorry Misty, I didn’t mean to drag you out of the party, I just needed… I just wanted to walk around a little.” Marion said feeling better already. “Would you like to walk with me for a little?” She asked shyly.<br/>