[She's wandering around in sort of a daze, and though it takes awhile for her to get up the proper spirit to actually enjoy herself, Alisha finds that it gets easier with a little bit of booze in her. She's even smiling a little, laughing occasionally—things she didn't expect herself to be doing so soon after what happened with Simon. Future Simon, her Simon. It feels wrong, but she's decided to just not think about it as much as possible.
That is, until, she stumbles into one of the hookah tents and sees Simon sitting there, wearing a cloak and looking...well, very not-uptight. She can't help but freeze, her mouth falling open into a tiny O.]
day two
That is, until, she stumbles into one of the hookah tents and sees Simon sitting there, wearing a cloak and looking...well, very not-uptight. She can't help but freeze, her mouth falling open into a tiny O.]
...Simon?