A companion in shade

Well, the people here were certainly… confident Laura surmised, watching another completely exposed penis waggle by. That was the least of it too, she was fairly certain a few of the bundled-together shadows she could see were actually… embroiled in one another. High spirits were all around, and the quiet young woman supposed if you put (18+) on an event and handed out strong mead by the gallon some of this was bound to happen.

She felt a little like an awkward teenager at a houseparty again, sitting by a campfire and watching all this unfold. It wasn’t as if she was particularly prudish, or anything… Laura had always actually thought the vague fantasies of 60s ‘free love’ and such sounded a lot less stressful than the modern dating game. Not that she found the time or patience to participate in that either. But still, once again she seemed to find herself on the sidelines, watching the rest of humanity bouncing off each other with a social energy and excitement which apparently just couldn't find anything to take hold of in her own heart or head.

‘Selena’ was full of it of course: dancing back and forth, spilling drinks on whoever came near then grinding her half-naked body against them by way of apology. She darted back over every now and then, still anchored to being a good friend for the moment. But Laura knew it would only be so long before the younger girl disappeared completely… She wanted her to, it wasn’t fair for her to have to keep stalling her own evening's excitement just to cheer up an introverted, old fuddy-duddy.

“Err hi… can I sit here?”

The high-pitched voice caught Laura quite by surprise, breaking her out of her doldrums. It somehow seemed a little too squeaky to believe, as if its owner was forcing themselves to sound as absolutely cutesy as they possibly could.

Said owner certainly fit the bill though: blonde pigtails, big round eyes… She only just about looked Laura in the eyes when the older girl was sitting down. Presumably if the event did do the ID checks they were supposed to, this fresh-faced, flat-chested thing was only a month or so clear of the minimum. She was also one of the few other people wearing a dress as white as Laura's, which made them both stick out like a sore thumb among all the browns and reds and exposed skin colours.

“Of course!” Laura offered, warmly… scooching over to make room upon her log seat.

“Thanks!” Replied the squeaker, sounding relieved. “It's my first time!”

Laura couldn't help but feel her heart reach out to the small creature, a maternal instinct she was sure was drawn from everybody who encountered them. However she also couldn't help but notice her face fall a little when she answered: “Mine too.”

“Oh… I saw your white dress and was hoping you could tell me a little about what we're in for…” A guilty smile like sunshine quickly returned to those pink-painted lips though. “My name's Chr- Chloe, by the way… My character's name anyway.”

Laura introduced herself, rather glad that she hadn't bothered giving her own character some other name she'd have to remember. The bright enthusiasm leaking off of ‘Chloe’ was a little contagious, so she began to think maybe this might be a nice weekend away after all.