( oddly enough, the one person mia wants to turn to and tell about the actual tackiness of this island is her brother. he’s also the one person she doesn’t want to see here. talk about the ew factor. she scrunches up her nose coincidentally, drink in hand that she procured by flashing a smile and laying on the charm, and then vanishing into the crowd. she doesn’t intend to rebuff the young woman next to her so wordlessly, which is why she speaks up. )
You want to dance? ( they've been abducted, effectively trapped, more or less handed a bingo card with eyeroll-worthy acts all over it, and she wants to dance? she remembers the flashing lights, the ritzy parties, champagne, and designer labels. she knows how to mingle, but she'd rather hit something. skeptically but not unfriendly, she takes another sip of her drink. ) Why? What's there to celebrate?
( another night another party )
You want to dance? ( they've been abducted, effectively trapped, more or less handed a bingo card with eyeroll-worthy acts all over it, and she wants to dance? she remembers the flashing lights, the ritzy parties, champagne, and designer labels. she knows how to mingle, but she'd rather hit something. skeptically but not unfriendly, she takes another sip of her drink. ) Why? What's there to celebrate?