While this isn't exactly her scene, Allison is actually happy to be at this party. Sure, some of the people that had tried to get handsy with her had been a pain in the ass, but she had been quick to shut them down and the looks of surprise and almost fear that she got from them were...well, satisfying in some ways. Maybe it's weird to feel that, but she has no qualms about it, either. She could still defend herself, much to the dismay of some of the people that tried to dance with her; if they got too far, she had no problem with not being polite about it.
Not all of the experiences had been bad, though. Mingling isn't really her thing, but she's enjoying herself. Plus, it's definitely a plus to be wearing something other than a jumpsuit. Dancing is also helping with that and, in so many ways, it really feels like she's at prom. All she's missing is Scott and Isaac but, whenever that thought crosses her mind, she's quick to bury it down. She's an Argent, after all; she's a pro at compartmentalizing things as needed.
And yes, the alcohol is helping. Not that she's going overboard, but she's enjoying the free access to it despite the fact that she's technically underage. Do those things apply when living and working in some underground city ruled by a Computer, though? She sure as hell doesn't think so.
It's while she's at the bar, picking up a refill of her own champagne, that she sees the guy that is glaring at the Entertainment Director. Which, of course, she doesn't understand why, but it prompts her to pick up another flute of champagne and approaches him with it. "Here," she says as she offers it to him, a small smile crossing her lips, "you look like you need it."
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Not all of the experiences had been bad, though. Mingling isn't really her thing, but she's enjoying herself. Plus, it's definitely a plus to be wearing something other than a jumpsuit. Dancing is also helping with that and, in so many ways, it really feels like she's at prom. All she's missing is Scott and Isaac but, whenever that thought crosses her mind, she's quick to bury it down. She's an Argent, after all; she's a pro at compartmentalizing things as needed.
And yes, the alcohol is helping. Not that she's going overboard, but she's enjoying the free access to it despite the fact that she's technically underage. Do those things apply when living and working in some underground city ruled by a Computer, though? She sure as hell doesn't think so.
It's while she's at the bar, picking up a refill of her own champagne, that she sees the guy that is glaring at the Entertainment Director. Which, of course, she doesn't understand why, but it prompts her to pick up another flute of champagne and approaches him with it. "Here," she says as she offers it to him, a small smile crossing her lips, "you look like you need it."