The coat room. She hadn't considered that. Deanna liked how the girl thought. She wasn't completely sure the younger girl was interested or was just escaping the crowd. Either way, she could use a, if the pun could be pardoned, a breather.
She held the tray high above her head as she sashayed off the floor, turning ninety degrees to avoid two girls joined at the hip. Deanna paused, and knocked on the door.
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on 2013-08-23 04:49 am (UTC)She held the tray high above her head as she sashayed off the floor, turning ninety degrees to avoid two girls joined at the hip. Deanna paused, and knocked on the door.
"Land shark."