<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i3.cdnds.net/13/29/618x900/wenn20435281.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Dawn Murrayfield<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze Freshman Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Gay<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Surprised, flattered, intrigued<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 28th Sept 16 7:00PM-???<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The dance floor<br/><strong>Coming From:</strong> The edge of the party<br/><strong>tagging</strong> <strong><em>Leila (Angel Fire) [OPEN]</em></strong> (Mentions Ezra in passing)<br/></span><br/><hr/><br/>Dawn was still heading for the bar when a stunning brunette shoved a plastic cup of something ridiculously coloured into her hand and whirled off into the crowd. The redhead looked down at the drink, then did a double take. Was that? Nah, it couldn't be, could it? That had been years ago...<br/><br/>She looked back at the cup, sniffed the liquid suspiciously, grimaced and tipped it into a nearby plant, surprised that the poor thing didn't instantly shrivel up like in a cartoon. With the liquid disposed of the plastic cup was dropped carefully to the ground. Dawn shook her head and was about to head towards the bar again when her entire field of vision was filled with a face she recognised, having passed it in the hallway a few times.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247388.msg12237736#msg12237736">Quote from: Angel Fire on 13-04-2016, 15:40:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Dance with me." <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Oh, er, hi, er, okay...?"<br/><br/>Dawn's initial reaction was surprise. This .... androgynous person wanted to dance with her? Dawn grinned suddenly. The voice was female, okay not exactly the most reliable way to tell, but the face was feminine too in a somewhat butch way. And Dawn had a thing for dominant, butch girls, ever since that time a few years ago on vacation...<br/><br/>She was dressed in a very feminine way deliberately, in the hope of attracting just this sort of attention. "Though I should warn you", she yelled back, "I have two and a half left feet".<br/><br/>The redhead allowed herself to be led into the milling dancers, began to move to the rhythm of the music, following the lead of her dance partner. "You move well...!" She yelled into the brunette's ear, really just an excuse to get closer. Girl. It was definitely a girl, tousled mop of hair and flat chest not withstanding. She began to enjoy herself, felt the shyness and inhibitions falling away, even without any alcohol  - although there was definitely something in the air that wasn't tobacco smoke; but Dawn was having fun for once.<br/><br/>The brunette was most definitely the sort Dawn would go for given the choice, and she had been trying to work up the courage to say hi. It seemed that the attraction was mutual!<br/><br/>The song ended, and segued into another. The redhead followed the other girl's lead, as the rhythm changed. Wondering what it would be like to have her head shoved forcibly between those firm thighs...