Night On The Town; Closed
WHO → klepto_clara and studentrobin, Closed.
WHEN → Saturday night, 07/12
WHERE → Starts at Hibiscus 105, later progresses to the club, 13.
WHAT → Clara drags a fairly reluctant, fairly complacent Robin to a club.
STATUS → In Progress
WARNINGS → None at this time, possible use of alcohol later on.
Having carefully rinsed the conditioner from her long, chestnut-blond hair, Robin exited the shower, drying herself with a towel that she had folded previously. Pulling her long, pilgrim-style dress over her head, she tentatively knocked on the door on the far side of the room, the one belonging to her roommate, Clara. Despite her reservations, she had made plans to go with Clara that evening to a club, although she did not quite remember completely agreeing to the girl's plans. She had, however, decided it best that she go out more, as she had been spending a great deal of time in her dorm. Closing her eyes and trying to overcome her reluctance at the situation, she called gently to the other side of the door, "Clara?"
Clara finished tying on the halter-top styled blouse she was going to wear. Purple and white, it was cut to a point in front and completely hid the circular tattoo on her chest. A short black skirt left her long legs exposed until the black sandal-heels on her feet. Putting in her contacts, Clara left her hair down after running her fingers through with a little mousse.
Hearing her roommate call, she opened her door and immediately sighed. "Robin, this will not do at all," she said, waving her hand at the other woman's clothes. "Walk up to a bouncer dressed like that and we will not only be denied entry, we will be laughed from the line." Turning she went to her closet and started rummaging. There had to be something in here that would fit her roommate.
Blushing slightly as Clara indicated and criticized her clothing, Robin nodded, slightly, her eyes studying the floor. While she had expected this to happen - Clara had said something about clothing - she had hoped perhaps the more stylish girl would forget, as Robin had a low tolerance when it came to clothing. Most of what she wore was black, long, and comfortable; to be honest, she liked it that way. Sighing quietly to herself, Robin sat down on the other girl's bed, anxious about what clothing she would be forced to wear, and slightly regretful for her acceptance of Clara's invitation - if she had ever really accepted or had been invited. It had been somewhat unclear, at the time.
WHEN → Saturday night, 07/12
WHERE → Starts at Hibiscus 105, later progresses to the club, 13.
WHAT → Clara drags a fairly reluctant, fairly complacent Robin to a club.
STATUS → In Progress
WARNINGS → None at this time, possible use of alcohol later on.
Having carefully rinsed the conditioner from her long, chestnut-blond hair, Robin exited the shower, drying herself with a towel that she had folded previously. Pulling her long, pilgrim-style dress over her head, she tentatively knocked on the door on the far side of the room, the one belonging to her roommate, Clara. Despite her reservations, she had made plans to go with Clara that evening to a club, although she did not quite remember completely agreeing to the girl's plans. She had, however, decided it best that she go out more, as she had been spending a great deal of time in her dorm. Closing her eyes and trying to overcome her reluctance at the situation, she called gently to the other side of the door, "Clara?"
Clara finished tying on the halter-top styled blouse she was going to wear. Purple and white, it was cut to a point in front and completely hid the circular tattoo on her chest. A short black skirt left her long legs exposed until the black sandal-heels on her feet. Putting in her contacts, Clara left her hair down after running her fingers through with a little mousse.
Hearing her roommate call, she opened her door and immediately sighed. "Robin, this will not do at all," she said, waving her hand at the other woman's clothes. "Walk up to a bouncer dressed like that and we will not only be denied entry, we will be laughed from the line." Turning she went to her closet and started rummaging. There had to be something in here that would fit her roommate.
Blushing slightly as Clara indicated and criticized her clothing, Robin nodded, slightly, her eyes studying the floor. While she had expected this to happen - Clara had said something about clothing - she had hoped perhaps the more stylish girl would forget, as Robin had a low tolerance when it came to clothing. Most of what she wore was black, long, and comfortable; to be honest, she liked it that way. Sighing quietly to herself, Robin sat down on the other girl's bed, anxious about what clothing she would be forced to wear, and slightly regretful for her acceptance of Clara's invitation - if she had ever really accepted or had been invited. It had been somewhat unclear, at the time.