<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 | Open Bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Katie, Jon, Ashleigh (Open)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The bartender in front of her sighed at Autumn's unusual and unhelpful drink order. Autumn responded by letting out an elongated respire of her own, her dark chocolate eyes rolling with an alarming amount of apathy. Still, the guy appeared to be making her a drink, just in time for another sigh to filter into the air. The corner of Autumn's lips - just one corner - subtly raised, in a half smirk. She wondered if the three of them could carry on the rest of the evening like this; deciphering sighs instead of any actual conversation.<br/><br/>But the woman approached and spoke, ruining that idea. To her surprise, she recognized Autumn without the aid of a name tag. Which, really was like a live cheat code. With too-wide eyes, she turned to regard the woman that she didn't recognize. "Me?" Her brows furrowed. Of course she meant her! Who else could she have meant? "Um, yeah. Autumn Lanche." Her head tilted a little as she considered the face of the woman near her, but no names from high school were coming to mind. Not that she cared to remember many, anyway.<br/><br/>Her smirk widened a little as soft chuckles wavered through her words, making them a little harder to distinguish, namely because of her rather monotone voice. "Well, an open bar is the only way I'm sitting through this thing without jumping out a window." She glanced at the nearest window, where bits of shrubbery and plants were poking out from the bottom, proving that there was very clearly no drop involved at all. Hey, she never said the jump would hurt.<br/><br/>The bartender finally returned with a martini and two olives, sliding it across the bar toward Autumn, who looked it over with a precariously perked brow. "You look like a dry martini... girl." He said sheepishly, though Autumn was quick to correct him. "With olives." She nodded, as if teaching the guy an English lesson. "I look like a dry martini... with olives." Pulling the green spheres from the toothpick they came on, she held one in each hand, between a pointer and a thumb, then hoisted them up to cover her eyes. "Ahhhhhh. Dryyyyyyy martiniiiiiiii," she croaked out in a strange voice with an indistinguishable accent for some reason. She popped the two olives in her mouth immediately afterward.<br/><br/>"Thanks. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," she lied, though her tone was... dark, it may have been sincere. For someone who didn't know her. Around then, some guy came crashing into the other end of the bar and slapped some money down, as he asked for some rum, straight. It wasn't long before his drink was made and he took his sip of it, then called himself an idiot. "Well," she regarded the guy who didn't seem to notice her right away. Not that that was anything new, really. Nor would it stop her from talking to him anyway. "Nice little pep talk, there. I mean, he tried to tell you it wouldn't taste good. In so many words." She meddled where she didn't belong, smirking cheekily.<br/><br/>Before long another approached the bar, and this time it was someone Autumn finally recognized. How could she not? "Oh fuck Autumn, that's me." She chortled, before turning to more properly observe the woman in the tight, mint green mini-dress. "Fuckin' Ashleigh Slater," she murmured back, flashing a heavy lidded smirk at her as the bartender slid her drink across the counter. The nameless woman beside her in the black dress raised her glass to Ashleigh, appearing to know her, as well. Autumn's brows furrowed but her expression remained rather robotic, nonetheless, as she considered how this woman knew the others. Who was she, again?<br/><br/>As if on cue, she then revealed her name to be Katie. Katie who? "Just Katie?" Autumn chimed in, taking her drink in hand and hovering it in front of her lips. "Like Madonna or Cher. You're name is just Katie?" She asked, inquisitively, though her sardonic tone often made it sound like she was mocking... even when she wasn't.