She abruptly turns out of the dimly lit restaurant. Even though the lights lay low everyone, can smell cigarette ashes hanging off of her. Her off-the-shoulder cream dress stuck to her body, the long dark blue scarf hanging around her neck is shriveled, her makeup smeared across her face. Being pushed into the long blue pool wasn't exactly the celebration she had expected for herself, but Carolina thought otherwise. So she is walking across the back-end restroom hall, hoping to slip past the banner room for a change of clothes. She is crying, her choked cries trying to bear the covers of her scarf, but; they cannot.
August emerges out of the wooden glass-paned doors, and he follows the loud, scruffy cries that nearly blend into the loud beaten music playing; he looks the long hallway to find her.
Meryl is sitting, her long legs crossed over one of the other, the sunken leather couch underneath. Her left arm is trying to cover her face while she cries, the other holding a cigarette. August breathes in a whiff of smoke and nearly coughs as loud as the music is playing.
Her head whips around like lightning, quickly standing up brushing herself, the cigarette dangling between her index fingers at her right side.
"I hope I'm not causing any trouble by not being there - I guess I just needed a quick one." she motions to her cigarette, but even though her voice is thick, he can sense what her eyes are saying.
"Oh no, not that. Sorry, I just well-heard cries, and I was coming off to see who it was, is all." August's hands slide into his pockets; they're practically sweating, but he's still staring into her dark brown eyes, and for whatever reason, he finds it hard to leave as he takes glances at her soaking wet clothes. Meryl takes notice of his nervous presence, perhaps almost seeing it as a game of her own.
first-hand draft of a story I am writing. thoughts?