Post by [Faye] s c a n l o n on Dec 31, 2006 17:07:25 GMT
On Friday nights, Faye had made it her responsibility to go out on the town. She does't much like it, but it could never hurt to get out and socialise, once in awhile. Or, attempt to socialise- more often, she sat by herself at a movie or a pub. She hadn't yet tried this club, and it looked nice enough...
She'd heard, somewhere, that the place was formal dress only. So, she'd dressed up. Maybe she'd overdressed? Underdressed? She wasn't sure, but one of the bouncers had given her a funny look as she stepped inside.
Her brown eyes gleamed with anticipation, her long dark hair pulled into a complex bun. She'd gone to the hairdresser, and rather liked the look- especially how he'd left a couple of clumps of hair as well as her bangs out of the bun, framing her long, lean face. She'd worn a bit of make-up, dressed up her appearance with some eyeliner, as well as a bit of blush and some bright red lipstick. Her black, short-sleeved dress framed her form, loose around the bust but tied tightly by a sash around her middle. She realized that she'd probably be older than most of the people here- she was twenty seven. But, she didn't mind.
Her black stilettos matched her dress and made her look even more glamerous, but they pinched her feet, and she kind of wished she could take them off. They were like sandals, with numerous straps, and revealed her toes, whose nails had been painted as red as her lips. She was tall, plain and tall, and felt just slightly out of place here. Still it would be alright- she wasn't about to flee the club because she was different. Some people liked different, she supposed. She liked different. Usually.
A nervous smile across her lips, she crossed the dance floor, squeezing in and out of clusters of people. A couple of times, she tripped over her own high heels, coming close to falling. But, she made it across alright, in the end, plopping down on a stool near the bar. With a gentle sigh, she rested her chin in her hand, crossing her legs.
She'd heard, somewhere, that the place was formal dress only. So, she'd dressed up. Maybe she'd overdressed? Underdressed? She wasn't sure, but one of the bouncers had given her a funny look as she stepped inside.
Her brown eyes gleamed with anticipation, her long dark hair pulled into a complex bun. She'd gone to the hairdresser, and rather liked the look- especially how he'd left a couple of clumps of hair as well as her bangs out of the bun, framing her long, lean face. She'd worn a bit of make-up, dressed up her appearance with some eyeliner, as well as a bit of blush and some bright red lipstick. Her black, short-sleeved dress framed her form, loose around the bust but tied tightly by a sash around her middle. She realized that she'd probably be older than most of the people here- she was twenty seven. But, she didn't mind.
Her black stilettos matched her dress and made her look even more glamerous, but they pinched her feet, and she kind of wished she could take them off. They were like sandals, with numerous straps, and revealed her toes, whose nails had been painted as red as her lips. She was tall, plain and tall, and felt just slightly out of place here. Still it would be alright- she wasn't about to flee the club because she was different. Some people liked different, she supposed. She liked different. Usually.
A nervous smile across her lips, she crossed the dance floor, squeezing in and out of clusters of people. A couple of times, she tripped over her own high heels, coming close to falling. But, she made it across alright, in the end, plopping down on a stool near the bar. With a gentle sigh, she rested her chin in her hand, crossing her legs.