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Mary smiled at the tall fellow, offering him a slight curtsy. "Thank you. You look quite sharp yourself," she replied politely, taking a quick glance at the crowd around her. The masks were making it impossible to spot people; at the moment she could only really tell who Stubby was, and that was because they had come together.
There was a song change at that moment, something a bit slower paced. She looked at the man behind the mask, debating what to do. Stubby wouldn't miss her for a few minutes and she was sure the same could be said for whoever he was getting the punch for. "Would you--like to dance?" she asked curiously, hoping he wouldn't shy away from a girl making the first move (so to speak). The search for Gabriel could wait.
There was a song change at that moment, something a bit slower paced. She looked at the man behind the mask, debating what to do. Stubby wouldn't miss her for a few minutes and she was sure the same could be said for whoever he was getting the punch for. "Would you--like to dance?" she asked curiously, hoping he wouldn't shy away from a girl making the first move (so to speak). The search for Gabriel could wait.
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