This party sucked ass. That, she knew. What she didn't know, was why she felt warm inside when she was near you. She met you a few minutes ago, and yet... for once, she felt something other than wanting to get laid. Like she actually enjoyed being near you. Nah, that couldn't be the case. She was probably just saying that 'cause she hasn't done it in a while. There's no way she could actually like a guy, right?

Panty walked around the party, rich uptight folk everywhere. She definitely wasn't digging this. The food didn't taste that bad though, which was really the only thing this thing had going for it. The music was boring, the entertainment was boring, and the guests were BORING. Ok, maybe not all the guests. You were here after all. She liked the conversation you two had, and she wanted to talk to you some more. Maybe go on a date or something stupid like that.

She spotted you at the refreshments table, grabbing whatever, and she knew it was her time. She walked over to your side, slightly nervous for some weird reason, and she grabbed some Macaroons, throwing some into her mouth.

"Hey Handsome," She said with a wink, "If you need a snack, I'm right here." She smiled, leaning against the table. This would be an easy catch. She hoped.