Ramona feels a little better now that she has a considerable amount of alcohol in her. Better - emotionally? No, not quite. But less anxious, anyway, and that's almost like being less sad. She definitely doesn't feel better physically. In fact, she thinks it'd probably be a pretty bad idea to try flying like this, even if it has been a surprisingly easy skill to pick up.
She's caught a few glimpses of Mary Grace around the party, and that always sours her mood. Especially because - keen as she is, and as well as she thought she knew Mary Grace once - she's noticed the other girl seems a little on-edge. More on-edge than usual, anyway. It bothers her, a little nagging thought at the back of her head - go see if she's okay, go see if she wants to talk. Ramona can't get it to go away.
Deciding to pursue Mary Grace had been a fraught, drawn-out process on her part. She'd agonized for months before she'd mad a move. And what good had all that fretting and overthinking done her in the end? Maybe she'd been going about it the wrong way. And maybe it's time to just move on and try something new. She does a quick appraisal of which classmates are in the cafe, and exercising as little thought as humanly possible, she stands to approach one of them.
"Hey." She crosses her arms over her chest, but then uncrosses them promptly. She doesn't want to seem standoffish. "Do you want to make out with me? It's for an experiment." It takes her approximately three seconds to regret this decision, and she stares at her shoes while she waits for a response.
Edited (* not Mary Grace 🔪🔪) 2019-11-22 23:12 (UTC)
Audrey is caught off guard. She's here, nursing a spiked tea and honey that has rendered her just tipsy enough for the lines she's sketching on a napkin to become blurred and a little abstract for the clouds she's trying to portray. She pauses, mid pen-stroke, and takes her time trying to address...whatever this is. She doesn't know Ramona Grimsditch well. But that's probably the point, isn't it. The corners of her mouth turn up, followed by her eyes. "An experiment." She echoes, not mocking, just agreeing. "What's the hypothesis."
At least it's not a no. Ramona stalls for a second as the gears turn in her head. Her window to back out of this is closing rapidly. It's actually probably already closed, honestly.
"Wings," she finally says. "I think they'll get in the way and make it awkward and bad. But I'm open to finding evidence to the contrary."
Wings. Huh. So there are several possibilities here. Wings is, possibly, not the actual hypothesis, and it's a cover. Or maybe Ramona's just too shy for the kissing games. It would've been easy to go there. Or maybe this was a strange crush she shouldn't be encouraging.
But on the other hand. Who is she to change the course of chaos. She nods, slowly, pretending to think just a little harder than she is. "I'd be honored." She decides, "To participate in the scientific method."
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Ramona & OPEN to one girl*
She's caught a few glimpses of Mary Grace around the party, and that always sours her mood. Especially because - keen as she is, and as well as she thought she knew Mary Grace once - she's noticed the other girl seems a little on-edge. More on-edge than usual, anyway. It bothers her, a little nagging thought at the back of her head - go see if she's okay, go see if she wants to talk. Ramona can't get it to go away.
Deciding to pursue Mary Grace had been a fraught, drawn-out process on her part. She'd agonized for months before she'd mad a move. And what good had all that fretting and overthinking done her in the end? Maybe she'd been going about it the wrong way. And maybe it's time to just move on and try something new. She does a quick appraisal of which classmates are in the cafe, and exercising as little thought as humanly possible, she stands to approach one of them.
"Hey." She crosses her arms over her chest, but then uncrosses them promptly. She doesn't want to seem standoffish. "Do you want to make out with me? It's for an experiment." It takes her approximately three seconds to regret this decision, and she stares at her shoes while she waits for a response.
Ramona & Audrey
Ramona & Audrey
"Wings," she finally says. "I think they'll get in the way and make it awkward and bad. But I'm open to finding evidence to the contrary."
Ramona & Audrey
Huh.
So there are several possibilities here. Wings is, possibly, not the actual hypothesis, and it's a cover. Or maybe Ramona's just too shy for the kissing games. It would've been easy to go there. Or maybe this was a strange crush she shouldn't be encouraging.
But on the other hand. Who is she to change the course of chaos. She nods, slowly, pretending to think just a little harder than she is. "I'd be honored." She decides, "To participate in the scientific method."