She ordered a drink, and then held out her hand lazily on the counter knowing that within the next few seconds it would be filled with something in the form of a cup that had good tasting liquid in it. And, as predicted, a few moments later Odette's hand clasped around a cool cup: only then did she turn back to Noah to look at him over the rim.
Was she having fun? Did it look like things like this were fun? She had concluded a long time ago that if you had to attend any type of a public appearance in a constricting dress that hardly let you breathe, then odds were the night was not going to be fun. Afterward, yes. During, no. So she would have to go with a-- no, not especially. Plus there was the fact hardly anyone she cared to know was actually present at this point, and the event was now just forced falsities. Hence why Noah had so heavily been implied to come.
"As much as you are," Odette responded, pressing her lips together slightly into something of an amused response. But unfortunately, she still had-- they, technically-- another hour of being here until it was respectable enough to leave. Which meant... bring on the drinks, because she was most definitely not going to be dancing here anytime soon.
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