Emily Browning at the 2014 Sundance Film Festival
And Blue Satin Sashes
Alan probably looked a little weird as he leaned in close to the door and kept that close distance as it opened just a bit. He placed the plastic bag with the pads inside on Claire’s hand and mumbled, “No problem.”
There wasn’t really much he could do at this point but step back and wait for her to finish. Shifting his bag and the other that had Claire’s dress in it, he leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door.
In no time at all Claire’s little crisis was averted and she stepped out of the bathroom with the reddest most horrified face she has ever made. She couldn’t even look at Alan in the eyes she was so terribly embarrassed.
"I’m sorry I uh well that was… yeah." Always the articulated girl, Claire looked down and scuffed her shoe against the tiles. "I’m sorry. Do you wanna go home?"
Drink me - Eat me | Claire and the triplets
"No no, it’s play pool. That’s what the game is called. We could teach you if you want.” Desiree offered, sipping from her drink. “It’s simple, really. You poke the white ball with the stick, so it bumps against the other balls. The goal of the game is to get all the balls, except the white one, in the holes using as little moves as possible.” Aimee nodded. “You just need to get the hang of it, you know?” she added, bumping her hips against Claire’s in a playful gesture.
"Or, we can find a place to sit and chat a little." Fleur nodded to the seats with tables in the back.
Claire grinned over her colorful straw. That seemed fun. Like a puzzle and she was treeeemndously good at puzzles. She would certainly try to play it but first it seemed they were going to sit.
She took a seat closest by the window, but it was far too mucked to see anything of the outside. “So how’d you girls find this place? Like did you stumble upon it randomly?”