Clarisse Richards
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- 53
- OOC First Name
- Marga
- Age
- 2/2013
Clarisse Richards was feeling hyper whilst in a car together with her new friends in New Zealand. It was only a month ago when her boss at the pastry shop had given her an invitation to a two-month camp where they would be taught techniques and recipes in baking. Of course, being one who really loves her work, she readily agreed to the whole thing! She had only told her close friend Damon of her departure and afterwards she had already set herself to be ready for the whole camping activity. She was pretty much excited and looking forward to the said event that when the day of her flight to New Zealand came, she practically ran from the airport to the plane and was one of the first to board the said transport. The month had been coming by too quick for the pastry chef's taste though, yet she deemed it to be very tiring as well. Whilst she was enjoying her time within camp, it couldn't be helped that there was always a huge pile of work to be done each and every day and Clarisse had to admit that she wasn't used to that amount of work. And so, halfway through camp, five of them had managed to get permission to go to the bar on a Friday night.
And thus, it led to the scene wherein all five of them were in the bar. All of them had already had a number of alcoholic drinks that made them quite tipsy and while the four of Risa's companion had already gone off to who knows where, she had stayed by the bar counter, chucking down drinks that were making her more and more drunk by each passing hour. She knew she should dance and enjoy the rest of the evening but then again, she wanted to get a little more hyper before she could probably randomly ask someone to dance along with her. That wasn't such a bad idea in her drunken state of mind though the deepest part of her mind knew that it probably was considering that she was already liking someone, though said person was still not on the verge of asking her out on a date or to be his girlfriend or something of the like. And so with another glass of a gin tonic that had been given to her by the bartender that would probably be one of the causes of a major hangover the next day, she had looked around and found a man sitting beside her. He was attractive and that was the only thing she could come up with as she looked at him with eagerness and a hint of playfulness to go along with. With alcohol running through her veins, Clarisse had gotten the courage which she didn't normally have to ask said man to come with her to dance floor and probably go wild with her at the process. "Care to dance?" she told him as she faced him, her elbows on the counter and her chin resting on her hands, her eyes glinting with something yet to be known and her legs crossed, showing a little more skin than usual. She wondered if he would agree. But if he didn't she knew there were others around willing to dance.
And thus, it led to the scene wherein all five of them were in the bar. All of them had already had a number of alcoholic drinks that made them quite tipsy and while the four of Risa's companion had already gone off to who knows where, she had stayed by the bar counter, chucking down drinks that were making her more and more drunk by each passing hour. She knew she should dance and enjoy the rest of the evening but then again, she wanted to get a little more hyper before she could probably randomly ask someone to dance along with her. That wasn't such a bad idea in her drunken state of mind though the deepest part of her mind knew that it probably was considering that she was already liking someone, though said person was still not on the verge of asking her out on a date or to be his girlfriend or something of the like. And so with another glass of a gin tonic that had been given to her by the bartender that would probably be one of the causes of a major hangover the next day, she had looked around and found a man sitting beside her. He was attractive and that was the only thing she could come up with as she looked at him with eagerness and a hint of playfulness to go along with. With alcohol running through her veins, Clarisse had gotten the courage which she didn't normally have to ask said man to come with her to dance floor and probably go wild with her at the process. "Care to dance?" she told him as she faced him, her elbows on the counter and her chin resting on her hands, her eyes glinting with something yet to be known and her legs crossed, showing a little more skin than usual. She wondered if he would agree. But if he didn't she knew there were others around willing to dance.