She leaned back her chair and sighed in irritation holding her hand out to catch the lights on the tree. It was the day before Christmas and Kushira Harribel was not having fun. Her sisters, Tier and Akikiyo had dragged her to a Christmas party. She sighed again and her chair hit the floor lightly. She stood up and wandered over to the refreshments.
Kushira picked up a Santa cookie and glared at it as though it had done her a great personal wrong. Her green gaze panned the floor searching for her sisters. The three sisters looked fairly similar. Kushira was tall and had a Mediterranean complexion with a twist: mocha colored skin, dark red hair and green eyes, her sister Tier was smaller with darker skin and blonde hair and the baby of the family, Akikiyo had blonde hair and the lightest skin of the three.
She caught sight of Akikiyo dancing with her boyfriend and Tier surrounded by her friends both having a good time. She sighed; as long as her sisters were having fun she'd deal with it. She was munching on her Santa cookie watching the interactions of the crowd. More than a few people came up to talk to her and despite seemingly being antisocial she put on a charismatic and amiable face making her instantly popular among the crowd.
She made conversation when the door opened and two gentlemen stepped in. The room immediately hushed at the elegant men. The taller of the two had long brown hair pulled into a low ponytail and warm brown eyes; the other was slenderer with white hair that fell to his waist.
The girls in the room uttered a collective sigh and Kushira snorted at the ridiculousness of the situation, turning back to the cookies. She selected a reindeer cookie this time and watched with amusement as the girls in the room tried to capture the attention of the two newcomers.
The dark-haired man was enjoying the attention and Kushira had him pegged as a skirt-chaser but it was quite clear the white-haired man was only trying to be polite. She shook her head as her sisters joined the growing crowd of women. She finished her cookie and glanced at the platter again.
She was debating the wisdom of getting another cookie. She glanced down at her body and sighed, she was wearing a fairly tight spaghetti-strap sparkling red dress that fell to her knees and the cookies were definitely going to go to her hips. Kushira bit her lip thoughtfully and decided on cookies over body diet is only 'die' with a T on the end she mused studying her cookie.
She was munching her third cookie, a Christmas tree this time, and decided to get something to drink. As she made her way to the punch bowl cursing her shoes, she had the unfortunate luck of tripping on the cord for the Christmas tree.
Kushira gave a startled yell as she fell forward and landed rather hard on a child-size, wooden decorative table which broke. All the breath rushed out of her and she lay on the ground trying to catch it "miss, are you okay?" she looked up and blinked at a pair of worried green eyes. Kushira nodded, unable to talk. She pushed herself into a sitting position and looked around; the man with white hair was kneeling next to her.
"I guess I shouldn't have had that third cookie" she said dryly looking at the splintered wood. The man looked startled but burst into laughter "I highly doubt that was the reason" he said with a smile "but I'm glad you're alright" Kushira grinned crookedly "no worries…I've done worse believe me" she tried to stand up but the dress and the shoes only made it difficult.
The man took her arm and helped her up, a tingle went through her arm where his hand was "thank you" she brushed herself off "Shira!" she looked up to see Akikiyo flying through the crowd followed closely by Tier "are you alright?" she asked worriedly. Kushira smiled for the benefit of her sisters despite the pain in her ankle "I'm just fine" she said airily "you know me…always testing gravity"
Her sisters looked relieved and the onlookers smiled, the crowd dispersing. The man looked like he was about to say something but his friend called him away. Kushira glared at the crushed Christmas tree cookie on the ground "this is your fault" she said picking up the crumbs and limping over to a trash can.
She returned to her seat and watched the festivities. Women continued to vie for attention from the two men. The one with white hair kept glancing at the table in the corner where the young woman wearing an elegant red dress and red lipstick sat, green eyes watching the scene.