Soleil
Soleil arrives fashionably late with bottles in hand (don't ask where she procured them because you don't want to know) and wearing an outfit not meant for the winter season that shows off miles of long legs, her collarbones, and excessive midriff. Clearly already at a far higher level of energy and excitement than most of the others in attendance, Soleil takes one look at the respectable but otherwise calm party and immediately begins scheming.
Dumping her bottles off on the table, she takes a glass already full of alcohol and downs it in one go, coiled hair flying as she tosses it back. Discarding it thoughtlessly, Soleil points at the guy in the corner playing some sort of instrument - because there's always a guy in the corner insufferably playing an instrument - and her clear voice cuts through the air. "Play something we can actually dance to!" Doesn't matter that he's some random man in what Soleil belatedly realizes is a small troupe of musicians, she has already made her command.
Whether or not he listens, Soleil practically skips towardEdmund and Talyson, trying to wrangle a hand from each of them so she might yank them toward the open space in the middle. "C'mon! Let's dance!" Her laughter curls around her like smoke, infectious and engaging, dedicated to inspiring some more life and movement in the party.
Dumping her bottles off on the table, she takes a glass already full of alcohol and downs it in one go, coiled hair flying as she tosses it back. Discarding it thoughtlessly, Soleil points at the guy in the corner playing some sort of instrument - because there's always a guy in the corner insufferably playing an instrument - and her clear voice cuts through the air. "Play something we can actually dance to!" Doesn't matter that he's some random man in what Soleil belatedly realizes is a small troupe of musicians, she has already made her command.
Whether or not he listens, Soleil practically skips toward
sunkissed even in my darkest hours
