location: the Great Hall talking to: Phillip
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"What kind of girl do you take me for Davies?" Marilyn muttered over her shoulder when Chris leaned in with his questionable offer. If he and Tiffany wanted to roll around in bed with a third that was their business, but Marilyn was not about to be used once and cast aside. She didn't take her virtue lightly and was saving it for the man who would marry her, whisk her away to fortune and foolishly throw the rest of his life away on her.
In the meantime, she did have time for boys who wouldn't give her quite as much, but not the kind of time Chris Lloyd Davies was looking for.
When she reached the Great Hall she was left to her own devices. Everyone either wandered off with their dates or went for a drink at the refreshments table, but Marilyn had no need. The buzz had come on fast after she took that shot in the vein and now the edges of her world were pleasantly fuzzy. It was a good high, clear and bold. She could hardly wipe the smirk off her face even as Liesel disappeared onto the dance floor with the boy she had a crush on.
It was strange not to feel so bitter for once, but she was in a mood she felt nothing could kill. Not when some ignorant fifth-year bumped into her from behind, and not when she saw Ivan Travers go off with that fat sow of a Hufflepuff. Normally she would have been annoyed, but right now she could care less about Travers' low standard. It wasn't like she wanted anything to do with him, anyway.
She was wandering through the crowd looking for something to do, when Liesel sped past her, her wide skirt brushing Marilyn's legs as she went. "Well," Marilyn muttered with a shrug.
And when she saw Phil standing all alone on the dance floor the hungry shark in her woke up.
She walked up to him with her hips swaying, gave a small scoff and asked, "What did you do to the poor girl? And I thought you were such a prince charming." She tilted her head and looked up at him innocently. "Ah well...whatever it was, maybe she's just not your Princess Aurora after all." She put a hand on his shoulder, sighed, and gave him a look that was meant to appear sympathetic, but beyond its layers of pretense was suggestive. "Anyway, I could finish out the song with you if you wanted...you're a pretty good dancer."
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