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[ Iyari ]

Itchy.

If someone asked how the city worker felt, that was what she would answer. She rarely wore dresses, never had much of a reason to while she was on ladders and trimming trees with her chainsaw. Iyari preferred her work boots to heels, shorts to a skirt and clothes that let her breathe, either by loose cuts or by not having very much. However, she was determined to make an impression at such an elegant event, considering it was the first and likely last she'd be invited to.

Especially after the host meets me..

That was a curious thing which might have been the REAL reason to come. It had been sudden, with no return address and no signature - all of which piqued her interest. That was why she was here now, in the burgundy dress, hair curled and put into a loose bun. She was even wearing a necklace... The others nearby were dressed similarly when she arrived, and she mingled a little by saying "Hello" here and "How are you?" there when she recognized someone. She was happy to see the nice man from the telephone company here, talking to people nearby. It felt like a bunch of nice folks, and that made her feel more at ease. There'd been a worry in the back of her head it would be full of snobs.

Flinching, the echoing chimes startled her and she drank down a nearby glass of complimentary wine as the heavy doors behind them closed. "Guess they weren't kidding..." She said under her breath, hearing the summoning voice from a nearby exhibit hall and following after the large group of people.

Never having much time to herself, she hadn't gotten out very much, least of all to the art museum. Which was good for the "wow" factor as she entered the expertly decorated hall. It was an event hall with a victorian feel to it, with large chandeliers, dark hardwood floors and a black marble long table with plates on it. Around the area there were candles lit and it looked straight out of the scene of an elegant homes magazine.

On the table she peeked over at the plates which had small placards with names on them. Slowly, she moved along the line of people searching for their spot, stopping to move around after someone sat and continued along the way. Around one of the edges, she found her spot and slowly moved into it, plopping into the chair with a loud thud which made her blush, quickly moving her seat in so she wasn't in the way. Across from her she noticed a rather boisterous man sitting down and glancing her way, before turning back to his friend to talk.

Surreal. That's what it was to her as everyone slowly moved into their seats, chatting together over the anticipation, people wondering what would be served. Though, what was curious is that once everyone sat down, there didn't seem to be any empty seats for a host. Iyari was curious, maybe it was someone in one of the seats already? Given she only vaguely knew some of the people, she couldn't exactly tell who looked like their host.

Suddenly there was a sinking feeling it had been some sort of mass prank and she frowned...

Clank!

As she had been lost in thought, servers had moved out into the dining room with covered dishes being placed on the table. At least dinner is here. It smelled amazing to her, like something off of a cooking channel. Though here it was in front of her, in the flesh, so to speak.

~[Bing] has arrived for dinner~

She felt like she had her own harem of lady lucks. That bossy b***h had it coming. Always squawking about how I need a job, need my own place, and need to learn how to be responsible. What does she know anyways? Thinks she’s a big shot just ‘cause she’s a manager at a damn grocery store. Glad you put your stupid degree to good use! You could’ve been getting off on commanding a bunch drop outs without going to college, you dumb b***h. God I hate her. But at least she left this for me to swipe. She grinned as she looked down at the invitation she stole from her older sister. It was just sitting there on her sister’s nightstand. It was basically begging to be taken, according to Bing at least. By the time her sister had finished her shower, it was gone.

Bing walked through the hall of the museum. She felt as smug as she possibly could. It gave her great satisfaction to cause her older sister grief. She seemed so excited about going to some fancy a** dinner. And that’s what sealed Bing’s decision with a sloppy kiss. She had never been to the museum. She never really wanted to go. She hated wearing heels as well. But she was willing to go the extra mile for this special evening. A night of indulgence and personal satisfaction. She was going to milk this occasion’s tit dry. Her sister’s invitation, her shiny black heels, and her neglected little, black dress to match. She was on fire tonight.

On any other occasion, she would just wear hand-me-down clothes or some of the few things she purchased from the thrift store. In a sense, she was still wearing some hand-me-downs. The fabric on her stolen dress was softer than anything she had ever stuffed herself into. I think I’ll just hide it and keep it to wear whenever I want. I mean, she was saving it for a “special occasion" for like a year. I’m just giving it the attention it deserves. The shoes I could give or take. I’d rather be wearing my boots. But I’m not half-assing this night! The sound of her heels kissing the ground echoed through hall as she made her way towards the dining area. Another guest pulled up a chair for her and she giggled in bliss. She wasn’t used to being treated like she was a welcome guest.

“The food’s not ready yet? I was hoping it’d already be on the table before eight. I didn’t eat anything today, just so that I’d be able to eat as much as I can. It better be good too. I didn’t come all this way and get all dolled up just to eat a cup of noodles fresh from the nuker.” She put one of her bare elbows on the table and rested her chin on it. She waved her foot around impatiently with her heel having off it as she waited.

Then the servers swarmed the room and began filling it with covered dishes. The aromas that filled the room made her mouth water. She squirmed in her seat. She was eager to fill her belly with the food. And she hadn’t even seen it yet. “I’m so hungry. Can we eat yet?” She was rude and impatient. She examined the utensils before her. She made a nervous expression and asked the redhead sitting beside her, “Which one of these is the salad fork? I mean, I normally have my maid or butler hand me my utensils, of course.” She tried to make it seem like she was a rich, refined person who belonged here. She’d gotten this far and she didn’t want to get thrown out before even tasting the food. She hammed it up a little, “I hope it appeals to my palette. I’m pretty difficult to please. I have a unique taste.”