Ellie had come to this silly party at her brother's behest. She'd been trying to get back on his good side, of course, because apparently there were rifts to mend after more than a year away from him. She had come up distressingly short as far as things that she could wear to the party that she felt comfortable in and still feel 'fancy' enough -- she'd settled on a mish-mash of black pieces with a band t-shirt thrown awkwardly underneath ... and a pair of black heels, of course, so that she looked a little less like she'd just crawled out of bed.
It wasn't her fault she was still adjusting to styling her new hair! She frowned, rubbing a hand over her arm and glancing up abruptly at what she assumed was a curse from the blonde woman down the bar. She managed a half-smirk.
"They leave off on the invitation that you have to constantly deflect idiot players who've had too much to drink," she said with a vaguely awkward laugh. "I think that's why the only people who come to these things are either related to players or after their money."
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