Cassandra Kirraman - judgement.
"I just don't see why they were invited." Cassandra's birthday. A day for celebration considering her role in Piltover's government. Respected, maybe a bit feared by some. So of course there was a party with food, cake, drinks, and presents handed off privately while everyone mingled. A small after party would follow with her closer friends staying back for a more private setting. But her party planner failed to mention plus ones. Everyone should have been someone she knew - except for the people they brought along. Most would bring someone, even if they were paid to see Councilor Kiramman in person. Then there was the unexpected guest. They stood out instantly - obviously not from Piltover or Noxus. Who the hell brought a Zaunite to her party? She stared at them practically all night. Imagine her surprise when they appeared at the after party too. And now the alcohol was telling her how nice they looked."Happy birthday!"
Gods, that was the millionth time she'd heard that tonight. Twice the amount of people she expected had showed up - her party planner failing to mention the welcoming of 'plus ones'. At least the woman had told the caterers that.
Most of the people had left, leaving about 10 individuals - even some of their plus ones had departed by now. Which was a good thing. Strangers did not need to see her in this current state. She felt light, and everything seemed to make her giggle just a bit. Not to mention the way the room spun when she moved even slightly too fast.
Y'know, maybe she shouldn't have had that many drinks.
The remaining nine people sat in the living room: seven of her closest friends, one of her friend's husbands she hadn't met - and the unexpected guest. They stood out, a lot. She'd been staring at them ever since they showed up. Eli was the one who brought them, the only person she ever really spoke about her feelings with. Eli could read everyone so well.
So Cassandra knew that they couldn't be all that bad - hopefully. That didn't stop her from staring, though.
Actually, they were quite attractive. Calm and confident... their body... gods no, what was she even thinking?! It must be the alcohol. Had to be. So she'd go splash water on her face! Maybe drink a few glasses quickly.
"Excuse me," Cassandra spoke softly, standing slowly and balancing for a moment before she walked - stumbled - off.
She was gone for a bit too long - but nobody seemed to notice. They just continued to chat about their useless rich people stuff. But the guest noticed - considering they weren't really part of the conversations. Maybe they should go check on her? Her absence was about to hit the 10 minute mark, and of course they had noticed just how much the woman had to drink.
Cassie stood in front of the mirror, completely spaced out and disassociated. She had managed to splash a bit of water on her face - but once she stopped to take a breath, she just disconnected. She had her hands on either side of the counter, balancing herself carefully without thinking about it. Of course, she wasn't really thinking about anything.
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Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
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Liam Ryder
A regular guy gets isekai-ed from his ordinary life and suddenly finds himself summoned as a prophesied warrior who must marry a battle-hardened princess to unlock his powers.
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