Gremlin Cabin - Alcove A2, Saturday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was not wearing a dress today. She was wearing her leathers. Her nice, comfortable, red leathers which were the only item of clothing a Mord'Sith needed or wanted to own. It didn't matter whether they were pretty or not because they were Her Leathers.

She was also steadfastly refusing to admit that yesterday had actually occurred, as that would mean acknowledging that she had worn things, said things, done things, and agreed to things, all of which had quite clearly not happened.

Since yesterday had not happened, and she hadn't said yes to any questions regarding how she was spending her time today, she also was not getting ready for any dances. Instead she was trying to smother herself with a pillow.

[For one.]

Comments

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"It's a thing for people to uh...hook up after dances. Not that I assumed...um." Well then.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Hooking up after dances? I don't think that's what's going to happen here." Hopefully she'd put enough emphasis on the 'after' to get her meaning across. That and the fact she still hadn't let go of his tie should be a clue.