<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/>Autumn may have seemed vindictive for it, but she grinned darkly when the tall guy at the end of the bar finished with his coughing fit. "Oh my god, are you choking?" She seemed a little too enthused about that possibility. But, quickly he recovered himself and remarked that he may have wanted something that didn't taste good. "Right. I often choke and gag when something that doesn't taste good is forced down my throat, too. Don't worry about it." Her brows raised as she gave him a side look, which seemed to express disinterest, despite the fact that she was conversing with him.<br/><br/>To the woman's remark about taking her along for the ride through the window, Autumn nodded sagely, then sipped her martini. The possibility of leaving through a window was just a back-up plan. But, it was one that she had strongly considered. Unless they were permanently closed windows. Autumn's gaze narrowed as she considered the window once again, flashing it a look and shaking her head at it.<em>'You will not imprison me in this place, you damn window!'</em>She thought to herself.<br/><br/>When she revealed herself as Katie and explained that she had changed quite a bit since high school, Autumn perked a brow. Ashleigh chimed in and commented that she may have had the wrong people. Probably because she didn't have a single clue who the woman was. Just like Autumn. "Uh... yeah. I kinda blocked that day from my memory. And a lot of the days before it." She commented, pursing her lips, not remembering who she stood by or even where the picture was taken, to be honest. She didn't even see the framed picture perched on the name tag table, because of her beeline straight for the bar.<br/><br/>Katie seemed to shift gears and focus more on one of the guys at the bar, who had asked her what she was doing for the past decade. Ugh, were people really going to ask each other that all night long? The first person who asked Autumn that, she swore, would taste her wrath. Ashleigh pulled her from those thoughts of fury by grasping her hand and murmuring that she needed to speak with her. Just as she was about to make an awkwardly sexy remark, Ashleigh tugged her hand away like hers had burned her, or something. Autumn raised her hand in front of her face to inspect it, then shrugged. "I don't<em>think</em>my robot wiring is showing through the prosthetic skin..." Her monotone mumbling was nearly unheard, with all of the other conversation happening at the bar.<br/><br/>"Sure, let's uh. Let's TALK. About STUFF and THINGS." Autumn grasped her martini glass and pushed away from the bar, then pointed Ashleigh to the corner of the room. "I wanted to check these windows for locks and bars anyway."