<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Henderson's Farm - Barn Dance floor<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Damian, Open<br/><hr/>Part of dancing was making your partners look good, or at the very least not upstaging them.  It wasn't fun to feel subconscious, and dancing was supposed to be fun.  Gwynn hoped everyone was enjoying themselves.  Judging by their faces, it certainly appeared so.<br/><br/>An arm wrapped around her, its hand held a cup.  Gwynn turned her head just enough to ensure that it was Damian, and not some random drunk, even as her hands moved to take the cup from him, and prevent it from accidentally spilling on her dress, or the dance floor.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey,"</strong>she said softly in reply to his whispers.<br/><br/>His presence against her back was welcomed, and she gently pressed her back into his chest.  The foreign and cold object in his pockets made her glance down.  How many drinks was the boy carrying?<br/><br/>Green eyes gave him a pointedly long look before her gaze was directed to his pants and she raised an exaggerated eyebrow,<strong>"you need some help with that?"</strong>she asked with a tiny teasing smile.<br/><br/>Apparently Damian had more in his pockets than just a pair of cans.  Where'd he stuff it all?  Upon seeing the cigar Gwynn gave him an uncertain look.<strong>"You're just trying to get me stoned out of my mind so that you can take advantage of me, aren't you?"</strong>she teased as she turned around to face him as they swung their hips together.<br/><br/>She rested her arms upon his shoulders and loosely interlocked her fingers.<strong>"Can I get a kiss before we both taste like smoke,"</strong>she whispered quietly to him.