She had enlisted a guy from the set design department to help her set things up. He had offered to help, on his own, which made sense—eight out of ten men in any department that was not acting or scriptwriting were not into her kind of... assets, but if anyone were to have a chance amongst the more even pickings in set design and construction, it was surely Nola. And sure, she may have had to laugh and shut him down with a play-pretence innocuousness each time he tried to offer to go on an actual date, but Nola wasn't his keeper. The whole affair of their relations had been based on a mutual understanding.
Except it was apparently not mutual since who knew when.
And that made things a little awkward.
He did a good job though, she had to admit begrudgingly. There was a reason Adam was the one that all the acting students fought tooth and nail over to work with for their practical. The medium-sized auditorium typically reserved for smaller performances was barely recognisable as a seascape of sorts. The stage was a flawless illusion of a shallow, glimmering, rippling pool, and monstrous, magnificent stalks of coral bloomed and wove through the space to make space for standing tables or nooks for people to cozy in. Gilded sconces and mirrors of gold and glass from the set designer had borrowed from the props department decorated the walls, all awash in a blue that rippled with dancing light as if from above surface. It was the ceiling, however, that took her off guard when she had first seen it. He had somehow covered it completely with moss, sea flora, and glittering chains of pearls that loomed down upon the partygoers.
Still, she just wanted a good party. It was Nola's last night of being on the right side of her twenties, and she wasn't going to let Adam's haplessly hopeful puppy eyes coax her into dating him because he had decided to catch feelings. The birthday girl determinedly kept her gaze away from the corner which she knew he was listlessly loitering in, trying desperately to catch her eye. Nola flitted from person to person, always with a drink in hand, practically gleaming herself in a dreamlike dress with floating ribbons of seafoam and dripping strings of pearls.
She tried not to look too much at the door either. She was having a good time.
The twenty-five-young woman shuddered from the shot she just threw back. "Oh no, why did you make me do that?" she whined facetiously at her latest circle of companions.
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