Valerie’s lips twitched before she gave in and let the smile take form, the brunette got her kind of humour, it felt quite nice. Classical music might not have been everyone’s thing, but in such an opulent establishment it made sense that the guests would be the kind to appreciate it. If she were honest with herself she quite liked it too, and her head tilted to listen for a second to the tune of the piano. Moonlight Sonata, if she wasn’t mistaken. The blonde enjoyed it because of the emotional journey she could hear taking place, hauntingly beautiful, and let her gaze wander the crowd. No, not a crowd, these were people with plenty of money, that enjoyed the finer things in life, they didn’t stand around in groups. They sat at tables, a party of individuals, and not the kind with rock music and streamers. The blonde’s eyes flicked between them, a few seemed like business meetings, others might have been celebrations of some kind. Then there were the couples that sat by themselves, talking intimately around the sides of the lounge, while the odd few sat or stood alone, like herself.
Well, maybe not alone anymore. Valerie turned to the brunette when she spoke, let her teeth catch the straw to chew on it a second before she sipped at her cocktail. Sweet though it was the fruity liquid almost burned as it travelled down her throat and she felt it begin to hit her system. She’d only had little over half and yet she felt almost fuzzy around the edges, pleasantly so. One hand lifted so that fingers could push a few strands of blonde hair behind an ear and she nodded in agreement. “Or been dared into doing it. People love a ghost story.” Usually when the ghosts weren’t real.
Valerie’s eyebrows raised in question when the brunette said that was why she was there and she wondered if she meant the dare aspect. “Ahh…” Not a dare then. “That’s kind of why I’m here actually, to see for myself.” The blonde grinned slightly, “I’m Valerie.”
Another sip was taken before she added curiously, “I can’t imagine why anyone would stay here more than a day or two, you know? The place has some seriously creepy vibes.” Valerie lifted her shoulders in a half shrug, a slight laugh escaped with her next words. “Maybe they don’t feel it so it could just be me.”
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on 2013-09-06 08:29 pm (UTC)Well, maybe not alone anymore. Valerie turned to the brunette when she spoke, let her teeth catch the straw to chew on it a second before she sipped at her cocktail. Sweet though it was the fruity liquid almost burned as it travelled down her throat and she felt it begin to hit her system. She’d only had little over half and yet she felt almost fuzzy around the edges, pleasantly so. One hand lifted so that fingers could push a few strands of blonde hair behind an ear and she nodded in agreement. “Or been dared into doing it. People love a ghost story.” Usually when the ghosts weren’t real.
Valerie’s eyebrows raised in question when the brunette said that was why she was there and she wondered if she meant the dare aspect. “Ahh…” Not a dare then. “That’s kind of why I’m here actually, to see for myself.” The blonde grinned slightly, “I’m Valerie.”
Another sip was taken before she added curiously, “I can’t imagine why anyone would stay here more than a day or two, you know? The place has some seriously creepy vibes.” Valerie lifted her shoulders in a half shrug, a slight laugh escaped with her next words. “Maybe they don’t feel it so it could just be me.”