Cara's Apartment, Thursday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

It had taken most of the afternoon, but Cara was finally glitter-free, and her likewise glitter-free leathers were carefully hung away.

After wrestling with the fastening on her dress (which had taken the non-glitter-removing part of her afternoon to find), and rescuing her hair after it got caught in the fastening, she sat down at the table to wait. Immediately she started drumming her fingers against the tabletop.

Within five minutes she was up and pacing, occasionally readjusting her cleavage.

So really, it was like any other random evening of hers. Nothing at all out of the ordinary. Nothing.

[For the girl.]

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[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"You like anyone who's prepared. If there's no fight, it's too easy," Surreal snarked, letting herself be tugged. "And then you'd be bored."

[wrongkindofsith]

"But I can usually find a way to entertain myself," Cara replied with a smirk, hands on Surreal's hips. No matter how awkward she felt about everything else, she was back on solid ground here. "Unless you're planning on making it hard."

Just because that line worked better on men, it didn't mean she couldn't use it at all.