<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Window/Corner<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ashleigh (Open)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Before Autumn whisked Ashleigh over to the corner where a thorough investigation of a window was imminent, she observed the bewilderment, followed by the guffaw that came from the guy at the bar. A smirk cracked her composure, though she restrained herself from laughing at her own joke - which inevitably, made her dry delivery work that much better.<br/><br/>Her particular sense of humor was, undoubtedly, one of the main reasons she was labeled as a weirdo in high school. Yet, it was also a trait that helped define her.<br/><br/>With a peer over her shoulder at him, she glanced at his name tag: Jonathan. Briefly, she wondered if they had ever crossed paths at Westwood High, but it was a fleeting consideration. Her interactions in school - significant ones - could easily be counted on her hands. Therefore, the likelihood that he even knew her name, unless overhearing others saying it, was very low.<br/><br/>At Ashleigh's remark about the boring personality she loaded into her AI, Autumn snickered - which was just as good as a giggle, for her. "And I see you've just gotten the latest upgrade for Bitch Mode," she jabbed right back, a very subtle curl happening at the corners of her lips. The response was not one she had expected from Ashleigh, who went back and forth with her like a pro, back in the day. Her pleas felt out of place, not that Autumn was one to decipher what was considered normal and what was not.<br/><br/>"Okay..." Autumn muttered, letting the word extend for a long time as she eyed up Ashleigh, like she was growing an arm out of her forehead. Thankfully, she agreed to move across the room with her just then. A change in scenery, along with a much less crowded area, sounded ideal to Autumn, too. When they reached the window, Autumn set her drink down on the sill and pressed her forehead against the glass, her fingers lining the edges as she actually began to check for locks.<br/><br/>"I was serious too!" She exclaimed back, though her tone only shifted pitch minutely. But when her gaze found Ashleigh's again, she realized that her counterpart had something serious to discuss with her. So, Autumn let out a small sigh, folded arms over chest, and stared her down; the equivalent of giving her full attention. Ashleigh grabbed her phone and began reading a script, keeping her voice hushed and her words a secret. An apology left her mouth and Autumn's lips pressed together to try and keep from snorting.<br/><br/>She went on though, using words like 'addiction' and 'recovering' and 'harm.' At one point, Autumn couldn't hold it back anymore. "Pff-" she pressed a hand over her mouth to try and dampen the sound, but it captured Ashleigh's attention before she could finish. Insisting that she do just that, though, Ashleigh completed her little apology, closed the app on her phone and met Autumn's stare to awkwardly stumble through a face-to-face apology. Autumn lowered her hand from her mouth, her expression as dull and emotionless as ever. When Ashleigh demanded that she say something, silencing herself with a swig of her drink, Autumn could only roll her eyes.<br/><br/>"What is this? A dare, or something? Am I on hidden camera right now?" Her eyes went wide as she deliberately looked side to side for any sign of recording equipment. There wasn't any, though. So, Autumn took a deep breath and reached out for Ashleigh's shoulder, locking eyes with her as a serious demeanor took her over. "I'm sorry too. For using the strap-on more often than you did. Ugh, it was so selfish of me." Autumn shook her head, a near pained expression working onto her features, as she really hammed it up. "Think of how many orgasms you were driven to because of that thing!" She animatedly bit at her lower lip. "Fuck, that was just so wrong of me."<br/><br/>When she finished with her clumsy acting debut, Autumn released Ashleigh's shoulder and chuckled lowly. "Is this for real?" She gestured to the phone. "I'm pretty sure of the two of us, I was the nymphomaniac."