[ She's quick with it, unrestrained because she has no reason, there is technology buzzing against her senses, and him warm in her hand with the memory of how he was much closer in her memory, and the brush where she feels people pull at her from time to time, at her ribbons and she laughs and ducks away from them.
Spoken for, apparently.
It's a few more minutes, and they're almost there if she remembers where it was and not closed. Granted, it's not as young in the night as it was, the crowd is starting to thin at least of families with children, not quite so full as it was earlier. Makes it a little easier to dart through the crowd.
It's going well, up until she looks back to him to say something, like they're almost there, really, up until she bumps right into someone. Bound to happen, she's shockingly oblivious for someone so aware in other regards. Knocking him and his drink.
Oh, well, shit. He doesn't look pleased. ]
(Hey Steve, can you see an alley or something we can run too?)
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Spoken for, apparently.
It's a few more minutes, and they're almost there if she remembers where it was and not closed. Granted, it's not as young in the night as it was, the crowd is starting to thin at least of families with children, not quite so full as it was earlier. Makes it a little easier to dart through the crowd.
It's going well, up until she looks back to him to say something, like they're almost there, really, up until she bumps right into someone. Bound to happen, she's shockingly oblivious for someone so aware in other regards. Knocking him and his drink.
Oh, well, shit. He doesn't look pleased. ]
( Hey Steve, can you see an alley or something we can run too? )