by Archmage144 » Mon Nov 17, 2003 7:33 pm
The MAC Igala A ballroom was abuzz with noise that evening, and most of the attendants had to notice that the faculty in charge of planning the event had actually hired a damned good band. Pedro and the Spaniels, or so they called themselves, an Inustani group with the talent to take requests and play songs from a variety of genres, was keeping the crowd entertained, amused, and on their feet. The wallflowers at this party were really missing out.
As the current song ended, Pedro took the mike in his hand, grinning mischeviously. "Alright folks, you've been a great audience so far tonight, and we really appreciate your support! For this next song, we're gonna bring the tempo down a little, so grab your sweetheart and sweep 'em off their feet!" he howled, stepping back to his usual position and picking up his guitar, plucking out a few slow, soulful notes that the rest of the band picked up on rather quickly.
Makura, in his traditional position, was seated at a table by himself, a glass of red wine in his hand. He idly glanced at his watch, wondering when this accursed party was going to be over, then resumed a pensive stare into a void that existed only in his own mind. He was, however, interrupted by a bit of movement out of the corner of his eye as a group of nervous looking girls giggled and appeared to be pointing at him. The drow rolled his eyes disgustedly and shifted his attention back to more important things, such as thoughts of honor, glory, and success at all costs.
After a moment, however, Makura found himself interrupted again when a fairly short girl with brownish, shoulder length hair, giggling nervously, tapped him on the arm in an attempt to attract his attention. The drow paused a moment, mentally calculating the precise length of silence to convey the proper disdain for any young lady who dared disturb him. The girl stood there, giving Makura a giddy look. Evidently, his calculations were off by a few decimal places.
He glanced up again, giving the intruder an annoyed look. "Is there something you want, miss?" the drow grumbled, irritating seeping into his voice.
"Um, um, well, er..." the young woman fumbled, playing idly with her hair and blushing profusely. "I was, well, um, you know, I was wondering if you might, well, um, if you might like to...y'know, dance?"
Makura stared blankly for a moment before wordlessly going back to his drink. The girl, on the other hand, stood around a moment longer, fidgeting and shifting her weight from foot to foot until she realized that she had gotten all the attention Makura Kuragari was willing to give. Her nervous smile quickly reversed itself into an angry frown accompanied by a seething glare.
"Ooooh...you're so mean! You should treat a girl with more respect than that! I hate you, Makura! I hate you!" she screeched, stomping off to rejoin her friends with a disgusted facial expression that matched the drow's inward sentiments.
Good, mused the pilot.