<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>(as pictured)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Autumn (Mellific)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ashleigh took a deep breath. She wasn't worried for the normal reasons a woman would be before her ten year reunion. Looks? Bah, she gorgeous and she knew it. Money? She had enough, not a ton but not so little that she was insecure about it. Fame? Eh, she had her name in a few movie credits. That was more than most (though definitely not all) of her class.<br/><br/>So why was she so nervous? Sex addiction therapy. Part of which was apologizing to those you'd hurt, but in a manner that didn't expose the company paying for her therapy to any lawsuits. It was a delicate line to walk. She needed to apologize and be genuine without getting into any of the gory details.<br/><br/>She checked her purse for her happy pills and medical pot brownies. Yup. They they were. She wasn't sure what exactly they were but her herbal psychiatrist had said to take one if the pressure got to be too much. For instance if she started having urges again. Ha, fat chance of that she'd said, these girls weren't<em>that</em>great looking in high school and they're probably all super fat now. No big deal. I go in, apologize, cry it out, and then never see most of them again. Just like most high school reunions right?<br/><br/>She glanced at her reflection. Perfect. But she knew that. She checked her phone. Damn. The apology app sure had a lot of names on it. Well. Time to get this show on the road.<br/><br/>The nametag booth was cute and quaint and she smiled big and said her exaggerated heeeeey to the girl sitting behind it whose name she would never have remembered in a million years if it wasn't right there on her matronly bosom. See, she'd gained weight. No risk of getting too touchy feely. This would be easy. She walked in with her 'Ashleigh' nametag proudly displayed and glanced around and - dammit.<br/><br/>Four people she needed to apologize to. All talking to each other. Okay. Fine. She would just have to wait until they split up. Where to hide until - fuck hiding open bar!!!!<br/><br/>She walked to it quickly moving her muscular frame easily in the four inch heels she sat her purse on the bar. "Vodka, rocks." She slapped down a big bill to encourage it in coming quicker.<br/><br/>She glanced to her side. "Oh fuck. Autumn?" She said.<br/><br/>Not that she wouldn't recognize her anywhere, but the girl had barely aged and looked fantastic!!<br/><br/>She glanced a bit further and saw a rather pretty girl in a killer dress. No nametag so she figured this was someone's wife. She glanced at the hands, no ring. Okay, girlfriend? There was something vaguely familiar about her but she'd remember a girl like that from high school. Hell, she'd remember a girl like that intimately. She squinted at her a little though. Maybe someone's sister? "Hey." She said after looking at her for a second or two just to be polite. She obviously didn't recognize her.