Nov 03, 2011 19:22
[It's the little things that make Eve happy, these days. Maybe it's a side effect of her second death, or just the incongruity of everything they've experienced, but being able to dance around and feel her poodle skirt swaying with her gives her far more joy than other, more fantastical sights like that of an actual headless horseman, Tarzan, or even a girl flying around the room with iridescent butterfly wings. Those moments when she's being held, kissed, and pet by Asmodeus in his all-too sexy Elvis costume make her feel more alive than knowing she'll wake up again if she just happens to fall asleep.
She knew that it wasn't like her to openly flirt with the guy who looked like he was James Dean, or to openly make out in general, but most importantly where just anyone could see her, and the illicit thrill she was getting from these acts were only magnified by the thought that if her mother - no, forget her mother - if Michael saw her like this gaskets would be blown. Was that stopping her? Not one bit. She was just a sweet little sweater girl getting her kicks with the first bad boy she could find. And possibly the next one.
...if only there were a backseat around here.]
Isn't this party just the most? I wish there was a Chevy around here, for some quality back seat bingo time, but oh well!
eve,
!event #014,
nephthys,
!mini-log