[ As soon as Ramir catches a glimpse of Aryn, it's game on. And sure, she'd said she was never going to talk to her, and basically demanded Aryn never talk to Ramir or anyone Ramir knows, but that was before the alcohol. The warmth currently buzzing through her brain insists that she should definitely go and talk to her, find out what the hell is up between them.
So that's what she does, striding over with a thin smile and a drink sloshing bright red (very spiked) punch out the sides. ]
Hey, Aryn! [ Bright and cheerful, like they were friends, and totally unmatched to the smile. ] How's it going? Make any friends? Seems kinda unlikely.
is it my birthday!!!
So that's what she does, striding over with a thin smile and a drink sloshing bright red (very spiked) punch out the sides. ]
Hey, Aryn! [ Bright and cheerful, like they were friends, and totally unmatched to the smile. ] How's it going? Make any friends? Seems kinda unlikely.