Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-25686329-20141220163706

With Ellie's return and Calla's interest in the game, Plutarch knew he just became unwanted, at least in his own mind.

He could take a hint. It looked like Calla would be another girl who would end up being more interested with her friends than she ever would be in him. Typical.

He knew when he wasn't wanted. He --

No. He was thinking like an insecure teenager, not like the son of Butch Cavendish.

Scoffing, Plutarch pushed past Calla and Ellie and went to find trouble.

Meanwhile, Tontette had arrived at the dance. She was wearing a version of her headress in christmas colors, with mistletoe instead of the usual fur and feather ends that hung by the side of her face. She was wearing a shorter skirt than she normally would and a top that was a little more formal than her usual attire.

And she was hanging off of Adonis's arm.