Hellfire Gala | Terry & Darcy
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xp_logsThe ladies pause for some champagne.
Darcy watched the room with a light smile, enjoying the glitz and drama of the various outfits shifting and twirling around the dance floor. A pink jacket caught her eye, and her smile widened as she saw Kyle and Terry leaving the dance floor. She moved to intercept them, falling in step with Terry as Kyle moved out of the room. A passing waiter held champagne on a tray, and she snagged two flutes, offering one to the redhead as they moved towards a sitting area. "Having fun on the dance floor? The two of you look lovely out there."
“I keep worryin’ about the back o’ m’dress, but I shouldn’t. Kyle’d never step on it and the bustlin’s been properly sorted,” Terry said, half-laughing as she pushed her curled hair out of her eyes. A moment later found her nudging the silvered flowers away from her mouth so she could take a sip of her drink after clinking the glass against Darcy’s. “It’s grand, though, innit? All this glitz an’ glamour?”
"It really is," Darcy agreed. "I'm taped down so much my top could probably survive a hurricane, but I'm not planning on risking that." Her hair was mostly contained, a few braids and a multitude of pins containing her curls. It was going to be a nightmare to remove later, but in the meantime it was out of her face and wouldn't cause problems. "Some of these dresses are outrageous, and I'm pretty sure I saw someone just painted with gold leaf. Probably real gold, even."
“Wouldn’t surprise me one whit,” Terry said, laughing softly again. “That’s part o’ the fun, though. Most incredible, unlikely clothes y’could possibly see, save what’s on show at the Met Gala an’ the link. Some o’ ours, even. Have y’seen the brunette swannin’ about in that red dress? Skirts out a metre from her feet, even. Gorgeous with it, she is.”
"Oh, Wanda? She's a treat for the eyes. I probably lucked out with some of the tastiest eye candy tonight, escorting Namor and Laurie." She'd lost track of them, but knew Laurie was planning on networking, so she'd find them again eventually. "Not that we don't all scrub up nicely, given half a mind."
“True enough,” Terry agreed, taking another sip of champagne. “Kyle, bless him, let me talk him into attendin’ an’ then picked that suit jacket himself. Swear, I’ve half a mind to drag him into a corner, but the dancin’s been more distractin’ than I’d anticipated.” She trailed off for a moment, eyes tracking familiar and unfamiliar figures alike.
Shaking herself a bit, Terry refocused. “Quite the thing, seein’ people unworried about their mutations, too. No' hidin’, I mean.”
Darcy's smile softened into something very genuine at the admission. "I love that too. Obviously at home we can," she waved her hand around, encompassing everything happening in the room. "But so publicly? With some level of trust in a lack of repercussions?" She shook her head, taking a long sip from her flute. "It's pretty amazing, what money and power can help."
"Precisely," Terry agreed, offering her champagne flute for another clink. "It's beautiful, seein' folks out in full, if y'will. Clarice, for instance. Always in an image inducer when she's no' at the mansion. And just lookit her tonight," she gestured toward the woman in question. "Perfect dress and cloak for her complexion."
Darcy's flute tapped gently against Terry's. "I'll have to make sure to tell her how nice she looked tomorrow when I'm blathering about what a nice night it was." A flash of pink caught her eye, and she turned to Terry, giving the redhead an over-exaggerated wink. "Your man's on his way back, go dance and be hot together so I can enjoy it."
"Och," Terry grinned. "My man. Lookit that pedicure o' his. Better than mine, it is." She tipped back her glass to finish off her champagne, then stood and brushed invisible specks of dust off her dress. "Enjoy your evenin', love. An' come join in a dance, or three, whenever Kyle slows the dancin' down a tad." Giving the other woman a saucy wink, Terry headed toward Kyle. It really was nice to see him enjoying himself -- and without shoes, too! He'd never have been able to do that anywhere but here, where money bought the alcohol as well as the silence of all the servers.
Darcy watched the room with a light smile, enjoying the glitz and drama of the various outfits shifting and twirling around the dance floor. A pink jacket caught her eye, and her smile widened as she saw Kyle and Terry leaving the dance floor. She moved to intercept them, falling in step with Terry as Kyle moved out of the room. A passing waiter held champagne on a tray, and she snagged two flutes, offering one to the redhead as they moved towards a sitting area. "Having fun on the dance floor? The two of you look lovely out there."
“I keep worryin’ about the back o’ m’dress, but I shouldn’t. Kyle’d never step on it and the bustlin’s been properly sorted,” Terry said, half-laughing as she pushed her curled hair out of her eyes. A moment later found her nudging the silvered flowers away from her mouth so she could take a sip of her drink after clinking the glass against Darcy’s. “It’s grand, though, innit? All this glitz an’ glamour?”
"It really is," Darcy agreed. "I'm taped down so much my top could probably survive a hurricane, but I'm not planning on risking that." Her hair was mostly contained, a few braids and a multitude of pins containing her curls. It was going to be a nightmare to remove later, but in the meantime it was out of her face and wouldn't cause problems. "Some of these dresses are outrageous, and I'm pretty sure I saw someone just painted with gold leaf. Probably real gold, even."
“Wouldn’t surprise me one whit,” Terry said, laughing softly again. “That’s part o’ the fun, though. Most incredible, unlikely clothes y’could possibly see, save what’s on show at the Met Gala an’ the link. Some o’ ours, even. Have y’seen the brunette swannin’ about in that red dress? Skirts out a metre from her feet, even. Gorgeous with it, she is.”
"Oh, Wanda? She's a treat for the eyes. I probably lucked out with some of the tastiest eye candy tonight, escorting Namor and Laurie." She'd lost track of them, but knew Laurie was planning on networking, so she'd find them again eventually. "Not that we don't all scrub up nicely, given half a mind."
“True enough,” Terry agreed, taking another sip of champagne. “Kyle, bless him, let me talk him into attendin’ an’ then picked that suit jacket himself. Swear, I’ve half a mind to drag him into a corner, but the dancin’s been more distractin’ than I’d anticipated.” She trailed off for a moment, eyes tracking familiar and unfamiliar figures alike.
Shaking herself a bit, Terry refocused. “Quite the thing, seein’ people unworried about their mutations, too. No' hidin’, I mean.”
Darcy's smile softened into something very genuine at the admission. "I love that too. Obviously at home we can," she waved her hand around, encompassing everything happening in the room. "But so publicly? With some level of trust in a lack of repercussions?" She shook her head, taking a long sip from her flute. "It's pretty amazing, what money and power can help."
"Precisely," Terry agreed, offering her champagne flute for another clink. "It's beautiful, seein' folks out in full, if y'will. Clarice, for instance. Always in an image inducer when she's no' at the mansion. And just lookit her tonight," she gestured toward the woman in question. "Perfect dress and cloak for her complexion."
Darcy's flute tapped gently against Terry's. "I'll have to make sure to tell her how nice she looked tomorrow when I'm blathering about what a nice night it was." A flash of pink caught her eye, and she turned to Terry, giving the redhead an over-exaggerated wink. "Your man's on his way back, go dance and be hot together so I can enjoy it."
"Och," Terry grinned. "My man. Lookit that pedicure o' his. Better than mine, it is." She tipped back her glass to finish off her champagne, then stood and brushed invisible specks of dust off her dress. "Enjoy your evenin', love. An' come join in a dance, or three, whenever Kyle slows the dancin' down a tad." Giving the other woman a saucy wink, Terry headed toward Kyle. It really was nice to see him enjoying himself -- and without shoes, too! He'd never have been able to do that anywhere but here, where money bought the alcohol as well as the silence of all the servers.
