Arya looked at her reflection in the large mirror hanging on her wall, her dark eyes searching for any imperfections. Satisfied, she zipped up her bloody nurse dress, grabbed her purse and exited the door.
-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．
The party was hardly in full swing, though that was how she liked it. It left more time to lurk within the shadows of the room and feel the vibes, the subtle expressions and vibrant conversations until she could finally grasp the attention of someone for her own entertainment. At least…that’s how parties always went. They were predictable and amusing. These days however, they were leaving a sour taste in her mouth.
Arya stood near the punch bowl, reading everyone’s body language who happened to walk into the gym. She felt fully embodied into her costume, although she wished that she brought a first aid kit to help get her through this party because it was already looking like a snooze fest.
Approachable