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Student Art Show, Community Center, Saturday Evening
A meeting room at the community center had been nicely appointed for an evening show of students' work, with pieces hung on the walls and a small stage set aside for monologues and musical performances. The food wasn'tquite as abundant as it had been the day before, but there was still plenty of cheese, crackers, crudités and non-alcoholic beverages to go around -- plus some wine for anyone who was or could pass for 21.
And, of course, there was glitter on every horizontal surface. Some traditions were important.
And, of course, there was glitter on every horizontal surface. Some traditions were important.
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"Send my love to Isabela," he decided.
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"Ah, but I am not telling people this, Isabela is." Though he fully agreed with her. "It's a subtle difference, I know, but a difference nevertheless."
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Hey, Zevran. Guess why Isabela and Dante got along?
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"I do enjoy a vigorous discussion, and our dear Isabela has some very firm opinions on art."
Some people just had the kind of friendship where they'd volunteer each other for spirited art discussions.
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"I know, I've seen her write," Dante said. "She knows her stuff."
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Which was one way of putting it. Zevran knew many.
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It would've been solemn if he hadn't been smirking. Oh well.
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They'd had to talk about something between the sex, and the sparring, and the glitter sabotage.
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It was, y'know, uh, a question for someone's welfare. Isabela's. Zevran's. Someone's.
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"I should think she'd prefer to start this discussion right away."
Vital. Importance.
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He held up his finger. "Good point," he said.
Then he patted Zevran on his very naked, glittery shoulder. "Off we go to find your pants."