Name: Starla McClintock
Nickname:
Attire: Dark purple and lavender mermaid-fit gown, matching heels.
Location: Town Square.
Tagging: Anyone; Master Marcus, James, Travis, Francie, Michael, Kyle.
Day/Time: June 7, 2088; Early evening.
Name: Francesca Harris
Nickname: Francie
Attire: Black evening gown, matching heels.
Location: Town Square.
Tagging: Anyone; Travis, James, Marcus, Starla.
Day/Time: June 7, 2088; Early evening.
Name: Kyle Lawton
Nickname:
Attire: Blue evening gown, matching heels, pendant.
Location: Town Square.
Tagging: Anyone; Master Michael, Marcus, Starla.
Day/Time: June 7, 2088; Early evening.
Name: Nathalie Bates
Nickname: Nat, Natty, Thalie
Attire: Pale pink evening gown, matching heels.
Location: Town Square.
Tagging: Anyone.
Day/Time: June 7, 2088; Early evening.
Kyle looked up at Michael and nodded, taking the wine he offered her without hesitation. She brought the glass to her lips and took a tiny sip of the liquid contents therein. Swallowing it down, she had to admit that it tasted rather good--sweet, light, delicious. She licked her lips and smiled a bit, her cheeks pink as she both watched and listened to Michael speak to Marcus about leaving the festival earlier than his 'normal'.
Starla couldn't help but giggle softly. She was happy to see both Michael and Kyle together, Master and slave, a perfect pair indeed. The two needed each other more than most she knew, so it was nice to see that they'd managed to find each other after so much time had elapsed. How he knew to wait for Kyle even while she'd been with Brian was something she'd always wonder, just as she was certain it would be something Kyle would always wonder as well. Smiling and happy, she nuzzled close to Marcus. She was truly enjoying herself and knew that later would be even better.
Francie's entire face lit up at Travis' words and immediately, she leaned close and rested her head against his chest. Just then, she let out a contented sigh, her body taking in his warmth and molding to his like she'd been designed to do so. It felt right, natural. Comfortable. At that, her smile grew and she held onto him tightly and more because it felt nice than out of necessity despite the fact that she still felt sore. "Thank you," she said softly against him. "Mmm... this feels nice." Her words were a soft whispering sigh and she meant every word. Never had she felt so content with someone like she did him. She trusted him, enjoyed being with him. Everything about the moment and time they'd shared up until the present had been... perfect.
Nathalie noticed Tegan had gotten up to leave and tilted head a bit. She supposed she couldn't blame her. She'd heard rumors of her story and felt badly for her. As she glanced about at everyone, she decided to stay for a little while longer just to enjoy the music since she liked listening to it. But she knew she would probably be turning in earlier than most and that was all right with her.