Hey little sister, who's your superman?
Much as Sara respected pagans, she wasn't entirely keen on the idea of getting married naked. For starters, it would be distracting to all involved, including her, and a little chilly even in a tropical climate. That, and she had certain societal prejudices she couldn't seem to shake, and those included the pretty wedding dress. Oh, and she had told Grissom that she'd wear one, in white no less. Nothing more subversive than turning the standard on its head, right?
That's what she had to keep telling herself as she dug through the clothes bin, getting successively more frustrated as time went by. Maybe she should have just found some fabric in here and asked someone to make her a dress. Because everything she found made her look like she was getting confirmed, a work of experimental architecture, or some kind of hooker. And some were nice, but just not her.
She supposed it was probably good that at least she was getting white dresses, but this just couldn't keep on like this; nothing empirical about a magical box with an attitude. Cursing, she reached down to the bottom of the bin, fingers slipping against some fabric, and tugged.
((Sara is going to end up with this. Don't worry, the conversation doesn't have to be girly. Lyrics by Billy Idol.))
That's what she had to keep telling herself as she dug through the clothes bin, getting successively more frustrated as time went by. Maybe she should have just found some fabric in here and asked someone to make her a dress. Because everything she found made her look like she was getting confirmed, a work of experimental architecture, or some kind of hooker. And some were nice, but just not her.
She supposed it was probably good that at least she was getting white dresses, but this just couldn't keep on like this; nothing empirical about a magical box with an attitude. Cursing, she reached down to the bottom of the bin, fingers slipping against some fabric, and tugged.
((Sara is going to end up with this. Don't worry, the conversation doesn't have to be girly. Lyrics by Billy Idol.))