ITT: Sock hoppin'
[ In anticipation of (hopefully) joining mayfield_rpg Renae has coerced Eileen into a silk, powder pink party dress and a string of pearls, her hair wound into loose curls.
She's standing awkwardly in one corner of the room, worrying her gloved hands and watching as young couples leap and twirl across the floor. It's an old-fashioned sock hop, the likes of which Eileen's never seen outside of old movies and, while the music is infectious and the dancing impressive, she wonders why she's even there in the first place. ]
She's standing awkwardly in one corner of the room, worrying her gloved hands and watching as young couples leap and twirl across the floor. It's an old-fashioned sock hop, the likes of which Eileen's never seen outside of old movies and, while the music is infectious and the dancing impressive, she wonders why she's even there in the first place. ]