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[elegy]

[ Her dress was more uncomfortable than she was willing to admit, but it was incredibly flattering, too: such were the pains of being a socialite and attending parties as fancy as these. Oh, well- the other women looked just as uncomfortable, too, when they were sure that no one was looking, but it was all for the sake of beauty, she guessed.

The drink in her hand was more of a prop than anything else, more alcoholic than she had originally anticipated. It was that and the combination of the heat and bustle of the party that had her a little light headed, but despite it all, she was having fun, too.

So Michiru slips in to stand next to Haruka, gently interrupting the blond from whatever-the-hell-it-is she's doing. ]

Are you having fun?

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[sexuallyconfuses]

[ Haruka is, predictably, chatting up girls. there are four of them surrounding her, all positively, thoroughly charmed -- she offers an easy laugh, one hand comfortably dug into the pocket of her suit, the other holding onto a half-drunk glass of whiskey. she's certainly in her element, here.

Michiru's presence at her side seems to contribute to her already-alleviated spirits, and she turns to greet her with a grin. ]

Yo, Michiru. [ her answer should be evident enough. the girls she's been speaking with look at Michiru with admiration-tinged disappointment -- oh, so he had a girlfriend -- but isn't she just gorgeous? ]