#i know we have the other thread but spring fling fun 0_0

[gretagretagreta]

who: @aletheapierce where: spring fling when: early in the night

greta had been mid-conversation with a couple of ogden's other ballet dancers, the poised group resembling flighty faeries at the edge of the event. it was still early enough in the night that people hadn't started to get wild, choosing to sip their drinks and find their people before getting just comfortable enough to, perhaps, cause some havoc. it was something everyone could always count on, before and after the notorious g had made their way onto the scene. all there was left to do was wait. but waiting alone was never fun. luckily enough, a familiar head of dark hair happened to step right into greta's line of sight, striking up a conversation with one of the other members of the group. with almost slinky steps, she approached them from behind, until she was just off their shoulder. "well, the drinks are better than circa's latest." sure, she could've—perhaps should've—focused her attention elsewhere, but there was a sort of unspeakable, unusual closeness greta's unique relationship with alethea had created. a familiarity, at least, that outmatched the others. it was, in its way, oddly comfortable. like slipping on your favorite t-shirt, despite its well-worn holes.