Leanne felt it only natural to be invited to a fancy occasion such as a ball- but it would feel a lot better if her stupid twin brother and her parents hadn't all been invited too. It wasn't just a one day thing, either. That meant Leanne was going to be stuck sharing what was essentially a hotel room with her most annoyance-inducing thing on the planet. To make it simple, she was not as amused as she was when she got the invitation in her name.
There were a few different steps just to get to the ball. First, they had to get a chartered flight to a dock, and then take a ship from that doc to Minstrel- a long journey to be stuck with someone you hate for. She spent most of the time trying to ignore her twin's pleas for togetherness, grumbling through a corner of her mouth. "Why would I want to talk to you here when I don't want to deal with you at home? Goody two shoes brat."
Her words went unnoticed by most of the family, and the rides overall went smoothly, if you didn't count her brother's notable seasickness. at the ball's locale, there were guest rooms set up for special guests, including the Lyle quartet, who got two rooms with two beds each. If nothing else, at least she didn't have to share a bed with Erin. That was the last thing she wanted in the world.
"Hey sis, look at these." Erin lifted up two hangers from the bed closest to the door, one holding a simple tuxedo, the other holding a black A-line dress with white lace at the hems and collar, along with a white satin belt for the waistline. "Think these are for us? We did have little time to pack as it was..."
"Did you not even read the letter, stupid? They said they were providing formal attire. By the way you can keep that boring tuxedo."
The twins soon dressed in their new clothes and exited their room, which had their parents still struggling to get into the fanciful clothes they were given themselves. When Erin called into the room to ask if he could help, their mother simply told them to meet them in the ballroom. A room they didn't necessarily know the way to.
"I'll handle the directions, you're in charge of getting us there. C'mon, crouch down. Chop chop." With a smile that his sister would ask him for help, even if it was just to demean him, Erin lifted his sister off the ground and followed her directions to the ballroom. They were only half an hour late.
The two sat in their high-end clothes debating what to do, when suddenly a stranger came to ask Leanne to dance. Dancing was an activity she never understood, but she agreed to join the stranger who offered to teach her anyway. She'd do anything to get separated from her brother.
In the end, it was a fun ball. She ended up dancing quite a lot and getting hit on by many men. Her family, no one really knows what they did- unlike Leanne, they just weren't all that eye catching. And so, in her head, Leanne was the victor once again- the victor of a popularity poll strictly in her imagination. And, she also won because she got to enjoy a contest zone that was far more fun than she'd ever imagine.
On her way out from the long party, Leanne mumbled to herself under her breath, "That was too peaceful, but at least I beat Erin. And I got this dress, too- too bad it has so much white in it. But it's still nice. Maybe I should go to balls more often."
WC: 632/500
There were a few different steps just to get to the ball. First, they had to get a chartered flight to a dock, and then take a ship from that doc to Minstrel- a long journey to be stuck with someone you hate for. She spent most of the time trying to ignore her twin's pleas for togetherness, grumbling through a corner of her mouth. "Why would I want to talk to you here when I don't want to deal with you at home? Goody two shoes brat."
Her words went unnoticed by most of the family, and the rides overall went smoothly, if you didn't count her brother's notable seasickness. at the ball's locale, there were guest rooms set up for special guests, including the Lyle quartet, who got two rooms with two beds each. If nothing else, at least she didn't have to share a bed with Erin. That was the last thing she wanted in the world.
"Hey sis, look at these." Erin lifted up two hangers from the bed closest to the door, one holding a simple tuxedo, the other holding a black A-line dress with white lace at the hems and collar, along with a white satin belt for the waistline. "Think these are for us? We did have little time to pack as it was..."
"Did you not even read the letter, stupid? They said they were providing formal attire. By the way you can keep that boring tuxedo."
The twins soon dressed in their new clothes and exited their room, which had their parents still struggling to get into the fanciful clothes they were given themselves. When Erin called into the room to ask if he could help, their mother simply told them to meet them in the ballroom. A room they didn't necessarily know the way to.
"I'll handle the directions, you're in charge of getting us there. C'mon, crouch down. Chop chop." With a smile that his sister would ask him for help, even if it was just to demean him, Erin lifted his sister off the ground and followed her directions to the ballroom. They were only half an hour late.
The two sat in their high-end clothes debating what to do, when suddenly a stranger came to ask Leanne to dance. Dancing was an activity she never understood, but she agreed to join the stranger who offered to teach her anyway. She'd do anything to get separated from her brother.
In the end, it was a fun ball. She ended up dancing quite a lot and getting hit on by many men. Her family, no one really knows what they did- unlike Leanne, they just weren't all that eye catching. And so, in her head, Leanne was the victor once again- the victor of a popularity poll strictly in her imagination. And, she also won because she got to enjoy a contest zone that was far more fun than she'd ever imagine.
On her way out from the long party, Leanne mumbled to herself under her breath, "That was too peaceful, but at least I beat Erin. And I got this dress, too- too bad it has so much white in it. But it's still nice. Maybe I should go to balls more often."
WC: 632/500
