𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ.ℙ.𝔻. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 & 𝕀𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞.
Jill looked down at her dress. Is she seriously going to wear this? It just doesn't feel right. She's so used to wearing work clothes or casual sleepwear. She's never this dressed up. Then again, it is for an event. Jill has been lowkey dreading this day for the sole fact she has to dress up, but she's already here and there is no turning back. She'll stride in with confidence.
It's 5:25. The party only began almost thirty minutes ago. Chris and the others are most likely inside waiting on her. Yesterday Chris expressed how it'll be nice to have her there and how badly he wants to see her all dolled up. Jill remembers laughing at his words. He's going to be in for a world of disappointment. She looks bad in a dress; That's how she thinks at least.
It's nothing too major either. It's just a black cocktail dress. The flyer said formal/elegant wear is encouraged and this is the best that Jill had on hand.
Opening her car door, she pulled her dress down and fixed it. She doesn't want to look a fool in that place. There are a lot of higher ups and rich people. It's not that she cares about her looks or what people think of her-it's mainly Chris. Jill wants him to find her beautiful. It's safe to say that yes, she does infact care about his opinion, but only his. These past few weeks have changed her in a way; Only with him.
Jill traversed into the building. The contrast of the outside versus inside was intense. Outside, it was quiet. You could hear brushes rustling and birds chirping. Inside was much different. It was loud. Jill heard people talking from all angles. Glasses clinked, people chewed and footsteps were everywhere. It's as if she's hyperactive. This sucks.
She looked around the Main Hall but couldn't seem to find Chris. He could be anywhere. The only person Jill saw and recognized was Richard. He's apart of the Bravo team. He's kind enough. She can ask him where Chris is but she doesn't want to be a bother. He's talking to a group of people and she feels rude just butting in.
Walking over to the drink bar, Jill quickly poured herself a glass of wine and sipped on it. What a relief. She can get a bit buzzed, this is good. She scanned the room again. Yeah, Chris is no where in sight. This is a disaster. It's not that serious, but she doesn't want to appear as a loner. She's a social girl, for the most part. She surely won't be speaking to anybody new though. Chris, that's it, maybe others if they speak to her first.
Jill leaned up against one of the wooden beams attached to the staircase near the entrance of the police station. This makes it so she has a better view of the room(s). She hopes that she'll randomly see Chris.
As she was sipping her cold wine, she was jump scared by a random hand touching her shoulder. "Fuck." She turned her head. It was just Barry. "Hey," He chuckled. "Didn't mean to scare you." "It's okay." Jill laughed it off. "It's good to see you." "Likewise. When did you get here?" "Just now. Five minutes ago at best." "I see. I bet you're wondering where Chris is at?" "Yes, I am." Jill cackled. Barry read her mind. "Heh, figures. Just follow me, we were all in the East side office." "Oh."
Jill followed behind Barry. Her glass was still in her hand but close to empty. She should've done more searching. "You look great by the way. Nice to see you all dressed up." Barry was so kind. "Thank you. You look dapper." Jill chuckled. She meant it. He cleans up nice. Kathy is a lucky lady; She is Barry's wife.
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Heart On My Sleeve - A Valenfield Story
FanfictionDecember 1996 Someone new is joining S.T.A.R.S, Chris has no clue who it could be. All he knows is that it's a woman and according to Captain Wesker, she's very capable & well rounded. Chris could honestly care less, he's to busy with his work, why...