Post by Talasyn Richards on Jun 8, 2011 2:14:13 GMT -5
Luckily once she'd made it past the photographer she was in the clear. Either people hadn't recognized her or they were otherwise occupied. Butterflies fluttered nervously in her stomach as she drifted over toward the buffet table that was laid out with all kinds of finger foods and a massive punch fountain. Taking a cup she filled it from one of the spouts and sipped. Sure it tasted a little funny but maybe that was just the way it was supposed to be.
Some prankster had already managed to spike the punch with some top shelf vodka, unbeknownst to the timid chemistry teacher. Tally had never had anything stronger than a glass of wine with dinner in her life. The taste was foreign to her as she sipped it and made a face but didn't want to draw attention to herself by setting it down.
Instead she opted to drift toward the shadowy parts of the ballroom, to watch the arrivals, looking for one in particular. Sure, she was a realist but it was always nice to have a healthy imagination. And her imagination and her smutty romance novels feeding her ideas went a long way when it came to a certain vice principal.
There was a steady stream of arrivals through the main entrance, the spotlight on them as they emerged from the Grand Staircase. She recognized several of the student, smiling as she saw Tam and Chicago. Both looked stunning, but she hadn't expected any less. The new Drama teacher and Dean also arrived, looking handsome in their dress attire. But there was one woman that seemed to outshine all the others as she entered the room, drawing all eyes to her and soon a man of equal attractiveness approached her.
Tally sighed and leaned against a column that supported the ceiling, wishing, just once.. she could be that gorgeous and confident. What would it be like to command a room, to have people notice you for something other than the way you tripped over your own feet and laugh at you? She took a deep gulp of her punch and nearly drained the cup as she stared at the archway of the entrance, daydreaming about the perfect dance. A dance she didn't expect to get tonight or any night. A man would have to be blind and stupid not to fall at that gorgeous woman's feet and beg for a spot on her dance card. Surly once Michael arrived...he'd be flocking to her too, the Latin beauty that was already getting surrounded by people. Even Lawrence would likely forget his friendly promise of a dance once he saw this woman.
Another sigh had her draining her cup and looking down into the empty bottom of it as the beats from the DJ booth rolled through the room.
