Post by dylan on Mar 8, 2013 12:36:16 GMT -5
To be completely honest, Dylan wasn't thrilled about missing the dance. She loved dancing and she had to work at a million of these. One night where she could pretend she's someone completely else was kind of a dream for her. She could dress up and boys may actually like her, and she could have a a fairytale. It was sort of a dream for her and she was working... again. She worked every night this week, which was great for the paycheck and everything but she was still moping around a bit before she had to clock in. Working was a serious thing for her, she was on time every day, unless she couldn't help it, and there in all the shifts that others didn't want. She hasn't had a vacation in a long time. So as she got dressed for the ball she wondered about her life. How she was so...impossibly... stuck. She finished her outfit by placing her mask delicately over her face, one she managed to find in a thrift store barely in the nick of time. It was ninety-nine cents.
The job wasn't far from her house and she clocked in, slipping on her apron and listening intently to her boss' instructions. She took a tray and started her rounds. The night went by slowly and it was nice to see everyone. The dresses were incredible. She never owned anything like what these women were wearing. Not that she was a dress person, but it looked nice. And the men looked so dapper. Her spirits were lifted watching the crowds. Nobody looked twice at the waitress. She grinned at everyone, the decorations, and even danced a little to the music. Floating around the floor and watching the festivities. It was so beautiful. She noticed someone sitting over in a chair by himself. And though it was just before her break she wandered over and smiled sweetly at them. "Hey there, want a shrimp puff?" She teased lightly, speaking over the music. Wondering what he could be doing alone at a party.