the formal (icon of hell optional)

[molotovmartinis]

WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like

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[1000thocean]

Willow wanted to hide.

She went shopping with the girl brigade, Teddy included, and apparently everyone thought she would look lovely in a skimpy number that she felt she had no business wearing.They even gave her heels and Willow felt like she was going to fall over. Now she finally knew what baby giraffes must feel.

The witch was just glad that she could afford this with her steady paycheck. The store was practically hers any way and she loved every second of pouring into the books, looking over new shipment, and dealing with the customers. Soon, she'll be needing to find new help, and--

OK, stop thinking about work, girl. You're here to dance and be--be fierce! Only Willow was the exact opposite of anything remotely fierce looking.

She sighed woefully, standing near the main entrance and trying to blend in with everyone else despite being one of the reasons for this extravagant event. There was another girl there and she felt like she had to say something. Be social. Pretend to be social.

"So. U-um," she stuttered. "Nice lights?"

Smooth.

[blk_arachnia]

At first Blackarachnia didn't realize she was being spoken to but when she did she stopped and looked back at the human that had addressed her. "The lights?" she asked, a little confused as she looked up at them. "I...suppose so?" She sounded bored as she turned back to woman.

The temptation to walk away hit her but after her talk with Starscream about moving out of the MAC she had realized she really needed to try to make friends, or at the very least allies. Might as well talk, "Are you here alone as well?"