Room 308, Friday, After Work and Before the Dance
All right. After her shift, Rikku dashed back to the room and changed, quickly, and then inspected her reflection.
One seriously awesome sparkly mermaid-style orange dress: check.
One nifty rust-colored mask: check.
One pair of way too pretty silvery strappy shoes: check. Okay, she couldn't seem to walk in them very quickly because the heels were way higher than she realized, but she'd just ... amble. Glide. Uh. Something.
Because her hair was pulled up in a fairly passable sort of upsweep and she even had a dab of not-too-bad make-up on and that meant it was time to get her dance on.
(Establishy unless roomie or anyone else wants to tag!)
One seriously awesome sparkly mermaid-style orange dress: check.
One nifty rust-colored mask: check.
One pair of way too pretty silvery strappy shoes: check. Okay, she couldn't seem to walk in them very quickly because the heels were way higher than she realized, but she'd just ... amble. Glide. Uh. Something.
Because her hair was pulled up in a fairly passable sort of upsweep and she even had a dab of not-too-bad make-up on and that meant it was time to get her dance on.
(Establishy unless roomie or anyone else wants to tag!)