Menelien was beginning to feel quite forlorn, as her calling for anybody she knew was futile. They were all offli... *ahem*, asleep. So she sat quietly in a corner and hoped that somebody would take notcie of her (really, the best way to get noticed) and/or ask her to dance before she had to leave for a cla... I mean, before she got too drunk to participate again. [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
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