Charlie nodded as the boy named Reggie thanked her. More and more people started to show up and it was obvious most of them knew each other. Charlie remained wide eyed as she watched the conversations take place. A part of her wondered why she had agreed to show up, she should have stayed in her room and studied or something. There was too much going on her for her to fully absorb and already being socially awkward, she clammed up even tighter.
Though to her relief and dislike, everyone knew each other, which meant no one paid much attention to the clam on the rock that drew her knees even tighter to her chest. There was alcohol and she remembered how those made her feel – it was possible that she could have some and become normal. Yet, before she worked up enough courage to go fetch a beer, Jerit had removed it from her grasp. Cursing under her breath, she watched him drink them and then return his attention to everyone. She wished she was back on Tython, at least there she just hid in her room and didn’t have to socialize as much.
Her eyes fell back onto the water as she tried to formulate some sort of courage or question to ask the boy that was hopefully still next to her. Without looking up, she spoke softly to Reggie, “Are you a padawan too?” Stupid question, but she was trying. It was then her ears picked up her favorite word in the basic language.
Uncoiling from her balled up state, she stood – not much taller from her being crouched, but she stood up. Looking at the group, she began to step forward to join them. “There’s food?” Smiling, the food gremlin was suddenly happy she came to the party.
Edited by Charlie, 14 February 2018 - 08:10 PM.