>>16904858http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoYDmpgxvK4And so, this is the explanation and attempted rationalization at why fifteen minutes later--Serena and Alice are inside a majestic ballroom in the middle of a lavish, Christmas ball. The highest that money can afford, all in celebration of the holidays.
Alice and Torchic dance to the tunes of classical opera from way back when, while high, uppity, snooty fucks talk about high, uppity, snooty things.
"But what if poppy asks why we took so long to get back?"
"We tell him we were buying ice cream and the line for it stretched seven blocks long. He'll believe it because he has a fondness for ice cream."
"I love ice cream too!~"
"Then that means our story will be more believable. Remember--everything that happened tonight is our little secret."
"Okay!~"
Just as they agree to keep their lips shut, a Rich Boy approaches Serena from the dance floor. His style is sweet, his hair a chocolatey brown, his smile filled with charisma, with the kind of pelvic thrust that could put even to Professor Sycamore's to shame.
His intentions become clear immediately, even more so as he plants a delicate kiss on the back of Serena's hand.
"Would you care to dance, m'lady?"Alice gasps, "Do it mum-mum, do it! He has a goldy watch, that means he's super cool!~"
>Serena...A) agrees to his euphoric invitation, who the fuck goes to a ball and doesn't dance? Get on with it.
B) "I don't dance with nerds."
C) politely declines.
