Leave Petre off, he's fine as he is. And so's Caleb, he's brilliant. I'd go mad without him.
[There's a place to start.]
He was my date at the masquerade! Dark hair and eyes, really spectacular cheekbones, sort of crooked smile. But it was just as mates, he was my arm candy. And then I saw John there, and he had a date too, but she was - [Her mouth pulls into an exaggerated frown.] - really beautiful, I mean perfect, blonde and blue-eyed and American and just. Where in god's name did he find her? And why do I care? Give me the fucking bottle.
[She thrusts her hand out petulantly.]
I don't care. But at least I know his type now, and it's not me. No wonder he'd never give a straight yes or no. Anyway, he's a bastard, like I said.
[ This doesn't seem like to time to reassert that in Eudio everybody's supposed to be sharing, or that guys can have more than one type. He'll get to that when she's gotten all of this out of her system. Right now Steve just passes the bottle back to Celeste, playing his part and listening. Petre is fine as he is, Caleb is friendly arm candy, John is a bastard who might be seeing someone else. He's keeping up! ]
Okay. She might have been a date like Caleb was your date, though, right?
[She props herself up enough to take a long drink, then flops back down again.]
He looked really handsome, though. I didn't know he could look handsome. And Shai was there as well, and Shai... [She sighs, almost dreamily.] She really is perfect. In every way. And she makes me want to be perfect just like her, but I'm the furthest thing from it. She's always saying I'm enough as I am, but she'll figure out I'm not.
She is. [Drunken, bitter petulance.] She's... strong, and doesn't care what anyone thinks of her, and she commands respect just by - by being, she's one of those people you respect as soon as you're in her company. She's funny. Beautiful. Nothing breaks through her shell.
[It's everything Celeste tries to project, basically.]
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[There's a place to start.]
He was my date at the masquerade! Dark hair and eyes, really spectacular cheekbones, sort of crooked smile. But it was just as mates, he was my arm candy. And then I saw John there, and he had a date too, but she was - [Her mouth pulls into an exaggerated frown.] - really beautiful, I mean perfect, blonde and blue-eyed and American and just. Where in god's name did he find her? And why do I care? Give me the fucking bottle.
[She thrusts her hand out petulantly.]
I don't care. But at least I know his type now, and it's not me. No wonder he'd never give a straight yes or no. Anyway, he's a bastard, like I said.
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Okay. She might have been a date like Caleb was your date, though, right?
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[She props herself up enough to take a long drink, then flops back down again.]
He looked really handsome, though. I didn't know he could look handsome. And Shai was there as well, and Shai... [She sighs, almost dreamily.] She really is perfect. In every way. And she makes me want to be perfect just like her, but I'm the furthest thing from it. She's always saying I'm enough as I am, but she'll figure out I'm not.
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[ He's claiming the bottle again, the burn having passed now. Steve takes another drink and adds Shai to his mental list. ]
What makes you think she is, anyway?
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[It's everything Celeste tries to project, basically.]