Let’s get this party started! (Open)

Amara loved these dances! It gave her a chance to get all dressed up and show off. Because of course, as soon as she walked in all eyes would be on her! Even when she was walking in a little late and the dance was already going, she just knew that everyone was going to turn and look her direction. Why wouldn’t they? Although, she did have to admit that would make spiking the punch a lot more difficult… not that she could really hide much alcohol in the outfit she was wearing anyway. She just had to hope someone else would get to it for her.

As she entered the gym, she looked around at all of the people who had already made it to the dance. She was definitely late but that was alright, the party didn’t start until she got there anyway, right? She walked over to the punch and grabbed herself a cup, hoping beyond all hope that maybe someone had managed to spike it already…

Ashton had grown bored of Mackenna bullshit and noticed a new presence. Ah, Jordan. Beautiful as always. He smiled at her has she approached the drink table. Watched as she took a sip, knowing she would be pleased with the level of spiking he had done this time. He did a little something extra this year, "Looking good, Jordan." He said giving her a wink, "Is the drink good?"

@Amara Jordan

Amara took a sip from the cup of punch as she laid eyes on Ashton Harrington. He was walking over towards the punch table and she knew he was coming over to her. Not that anyone should be able to resist her in this dress anyway! A smile came to her lips as she heard his compliment. ”Thank you, Harrington. You are looking good yourself.” she said as she gently ran her finger down his chest. ”It’s perfect. I had been hoping someone would make it a little… better. It wasn’t like I had anywhere to hide a bottle in this dress.” she gestured towards the tight burgundy dress as proof of that before taking another sip.

@Ashton Harrington

Ashton took her hand after she trailed it down his chest and kissed her wrist, "You are a vision of beauty, my dear." Ashton knew how to make a woman swoon and that night, he wanted Amara. "You think I would let that happen I personally think this is my best batch yet. I've been the one spiking it for the past 3 years. Why do you think you always have a good time?" He asked with a smirk. He looked her up and down and bit sat his lip, "that is some dress. Leaves very little to imagine, dear."

@Amara Jordan

Amara just loved the attention that Ashton always gave her. Sure, she knew he gave a lot of other girls attention as well but that didn't really bother her. It wasn't like a lot of other guys didn't give her attention or something! "I know." She said with a smile and a small flip of her hair. Of course, she knew that she looked good! She always looked good but she had gone all out tonight and she was glad that Ashton noticed. She took another sip from her punch. It had just the right amount of burn from the alcohol that was tamed by the sweetness of the punch. "It's perfect." She complimented the punch, glad that he had spiked it, she wouldn't want to go through the dance completely sober! That wouldn't be any fun! "Hmmm, I guess you're right. But then again, who needs an imagination when they can have the real thing?" She said as she used her free hand that wasn't holding the punch to spin one of her curls around her finger before letting it bounce back into place.

@Ashton Harrington

"And ever so humble." He said with a chuckle. She always did amuse him. She was so very immodest about her looks. She knew she was gorgeous and she owned it. "A perfection recognizes perfection, Dear." He said as he placed his hand on her waist. He raised an eyebrow at her next statement, "Oh. So just anyone can have it?" He asked her, teasingly of course. He would never want to insult her. He watched her finger and followed it's place with his hand. He ran his fingers through her curls and kept it there, before leaning closer, "You want to dance?"

@Ashton Harrington

Amara chuckled as well, she never had been one to be humble. She was confident, she knew that she looked good and she saw no reason to try to make other people think that she didn't know it. A smirk tugged at her full lips. "Always the flatterer, you know I love it." Of course, she always just ate up all of the compliments that Ashton gave her. She playfully smacked his chest at his teasing. "Not everyone can have it, but they can wish that they could." She said with a smile. She loved having people want her. It was her favorite thing. She leaned into his touch as he buried his fingers in her hair. "I'd have been disappointed if you hadn't asked." She said with a small smile.

@Ashton Harrington