Floor: 20,081,105 ♥ Live out your fantasy ♥ Mild Aphro
This was most peculiar.
Chekov was immensely confused, when had she pinned her hair up and why there there curls left free of the pins? She certainly hadn’t been wearing this either. Pasha’s fingers ran over the silky material of the black dress she was wearing as she glanced around the place she’d found herself in. It was a beautiful ballroom, bedecked in sparkly decorations and there was a good crowd of people in there, some drinking, others chatting and some even on the dance floor, moving together far more gracefully then Chekov knew she would ever be able to do so.
But all the same the young navigator gratefully took a glass of…well whatever it was it was bubbly and tasted nice and sipped at it, feeling the smile on her face grow more and more across her face and feeling herself relaxing so much that she was humming along with the band. It was odd but, she was actually having a good time for once. It was almost like…what had they always called it? Prom? She’d never had a chance to go to hers, being to busy being rushed through High school and then the Moscow Stellar Observatory and then straight to the Academy and straight into Starfleet as an Alpha Navigator. She hadn’t had time for normal teenager things, although she knew herself to be luckier then most.
Pasha put her glass down and stood up from the side seat she had been perched on. This had been lovely but now it was definitely time for her to leave before the lovely evening turned into something bad. She got up to leave, glancing down and smoothing out her dress, quite easily the nicest she had ever worn, before heading to the door, her eyes on her feet. Naturally it came as a shock to her when she plowed straight into another person, knocking them both over with her on top of them, head to their chest. ‘Uh oh’ Thought Pasha.
[OOC: It's Pasha's one year anniversary in the Love Hotel and as silly as it sounds, it's always been her fantasy to go to her prom and dance even though she has two left feet and claims to hate the fuss of big poofy dresses. So indulge her? People she's met before are ultimate loooove! ♥]
Chekov was immensely confused, when had she pinned her hair up and why there there curls left free of the pins? She certainly hadn’t been wearing this either. Pasha’s fingers ran over the silky material of the black dress she was wearing as she glanced around the place she’d found herself in. It was a beautiful ballroom, bedecked in sparkly decorations and there was a good crowd of people in there, some drinking, others chatting and some even on the dance floor, moving together far more gracefully then Chekov knew she would ever be able to do so.
But all the same the young navigator gratefully took a glass of…well whatever it was it was bubbly and tasted nice and sipped at it, feeling the smile on her face grow more and more across her face and feeling herself relaxing so much that she was humming along with the band. It was odd but, she was actually having a good time for once. It was almost like…what had they always called it? Prom? She’d never had a chance to go to hers, being to busy being rushed through High school and then the Moscow Stellar Observatory and then straight to the Academy and straight into Starfleet as an Alpha Navigator. She hadn’t had time for normal teenager things, although she knew herself to be luckier then most.
Pasha put her glass down and stood up from the side seat she had been perched on. This had been lovely but now it was definitely time for her to leave before the lovely evening turned into something bad. She got up to leave, glancing down and smoothing out her dress, quite easily the nicest she had ever worn, before heading to the door, her eyes on her feet. Naturally it came as a shock to her when she plowed straight into another person, knocking them both over with her on top of them, head to their chest. ‘Uh oh’ Thought Pasha.
[OOC: It's Pasha's one year anniversary in the Love Hotel and as silly as it sounds, it's always been her fantasy to go to her prom and dance even though she has two left feet and claims to hate the fuss of big poofy dresses. So indulge her? People she's met before are ultimate loooove! ♥]