<div class="floatright">(http://skats.us/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/hair-style-ruby-rose-long-with-hairruby-remarkable-image-inspirations.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Osmond (http://URL TO CS)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather jacket, loose white t-shirt, tight leather pants and five inch spike heels. (http://www.cosas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/23.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at the ballroom, the bar -> Heading for Table #3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><strong>Nate</strong>, mentioning -<em>Juliet, Richard, Sierra, Danny, Chrissa, Lemar</em>(did I forget someone?),<strong>OPEN!<br/></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Natalie saw the blonde head towards the podium. She knew her. She had been that popular girl back in high school. The same that had arranged this reunion. Juliet something. She was a face in the crowd that she remembered. There were lots of other names and faces that she didn't remember. Or more precisely, she remembered a lot of faces but didn't have a name to put to them. It was amazing how little most had changed. Though they most likely thought they had changed a lot, almost all of them looked the same if only a little more mature. For instance the guy that Juliet had been chatting with still had that baby face of his, but where was that girl he always hung around? Elisabeth. The two of them were joined at the hip and she was already planing her marriage back in high school when Natalie dreaded the exact same thing.<br/><br/>But Natalie kept scanning the crowd as they all cheered to the speech that Juliet gave. Her eyes landed on someone she knew. That was Sierra. Natalie lit up in a smile. That girl had been the closest thing to a friend that Natalie had had back in high school. Sierra had helped saving her ass more than once when Natalie was struggling with homework and it was thanks to her that Natalie ever graduated. She had lost contact with most of her old class after her marriage and hadn't heard from anyone until she discovered Facebook some seven years ago. She had followed Sierra from a distance. It looked like Sierra was having a good time with that guy with the face that Natalie knew but couldn't place. She tried to get the other woman's attention with a smile. She would love to catch up with her at some point if the face guy would leave her alone.<br/><br/>Natalie was still hanging in the bar when everyone started to head towards the tables. She downed her whiskey and signaled the bartender to fill it again. "And get me a beer!" She said, adding, "Brooklyn IPA." Brooklyn... yeah why not drink your favorite local beer? And it reminded her of the reason she had gotten the invitation after all. Lemar. She had met him a few months ago at a party and recognized him. They'd hit off and had talked a lot. The man was very different from what she remembered from high school though she had to admit that her opinion of him back then had been tainted by her father's extreme racism and hatred for colored people.<br/><br/>She noticed that Chrissa excused herself and left her cavalier alone at the bar. So Natalie went to Nate, with a beer in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other, she looked after the retreating Chrissa and then back at Nate, "I hope it wasn't something I said." She said with a shrug and continued, "I'm Natalie by the way. I don't remember your name....." she looked at his name tag, "... Nate?" And with a smile she added, "Would you care to join me at the table? We can always hold a seat for girlfriend."<br/><br/>No matter if he would join her or not, she made her way towards one of the tables and placed the glass and the bottle on the table and sat down.