Cerberus&Lalia | que sera
Jul 15, 2014 6:23:41 GMT -5
Post by анзие (Anz) on Jul 15, 2014 6:23:41 GMT -5
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As a matter of fact this same dress is the toned-down version of one of her personal favorites back when she thought she was going to end up a doll. Davanie's sort of worried that Dharma will make the connection but she's out without her sister even noticing, which is a good thing. She seemed a little distracted. That's a problem to worry about when she gets home, because now she just wants to pretend that there aren't any worries. Wind down hour with Davanie Avon. Featuring her very strappy shoes and a shock of bright blue hair, delicately curled and pinned. I'm kind of proud of this hairstyle.
Her heels click when she walks across the sleek wooden floor of the bar.
(It had been so easy to distract the guy at the front - a smile and a wink, some well-practiced flirting and really, she should become an actress. Nobody knows a thing about her age here.)
Davanie asks the bartender for something colorful (because why not), leaning against the counter as she waits for her drink. I need to not get drunk. She can't go home stumbling and stinking of alcohol because that her sister will definitely notice. And this is my first time, of course. Over-doing things will definitely hurt her more than her frighteningly high heels.
Her drink, when she gets it, is almost the same shade of blue as her hair. The bartender winks because he notices that she's noticed, and Davanie lifts her glass to toast him before taking a sip. Hmm. It's sweet. Not as bad as she thought it might be, but certainly not as nice as everyone makes it out to be. Alcohol is probably overrated, but this could be a lot worse.
"Thank you," she tells the bartender before heading off to sit by herself in the corner, contemplating the crowd. I should be home, but I'm not. I wonder if Dharma notices that I'm still gone, or if she's still... doing whatever she was doing. Worry draws her brows together momentarily, then she shakes it off. Only when I step out of here, she tells herself firmly. Right now, Davanie is high on rebellion, and the alcohol certainly isn't helping that feeling.
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Davanie Avon
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the end comes too soon, like dreaming of angels
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he's dressed up to the nines, the cloth of her elaborate (self-made) dress folding intricately around her body - even so, Davanie's used to wearing stranger things, and this dress just barely hinders her. If these people could see the dresses Dharma and I practically grew up in, their eyes would be less fish-like. Eyeballs popping out like that - not a good look on anyone. As a matter of fact this same dress is the toned-down version of one of her personal favorites back when she thought she was going to end up a doll. Davanie's sort of worried that Dharma will make the connection but she's out without her sister even noticing, which is a good thing. She seemed a little distracted. That's a problem to worry about when she gets home, because now she just wants to pretend that there aren't any worries. Wind down hour with Davanie Avon. Featuring her very strappy shoes and a shock of bright blue hair, delicately curled and pinned. I'm kind of proud of this hairstyle.
Her heels click when she walks across the sleek wooden floor of the bar.
(It had been so easy to distract the guy at the front - a smile and a wink, some well-practiced flirting and really, she should become an actress. Nobody knows a thing about her age here.)
Davanie asks the bartender for something colorful (because why not), leaning against the counter as she waits for her drink. I need to not get drunk. She can't go home stumbling and stinking of alcohol because that her sister will definitely notice. And this is my first time, of course. Over-doing things will definitely hurt her more than her frighteningly high heels.
Her drink, when she gets it, is almost the same shade of blue as her hair. The bartender winks because he notices that she's noticed, and Davanie lifts her glass to toast him before taking a sip. Hmm. It's sweet. Not as bad as she thought it might be, but certainly not as nice as everyone makes it out to be. Alcohol is probably overrated, but this could be a lot worse.
"Thank you," she tells the bartender before heading off to sit by herself in the corner, contemplating the crowd. I should be home, but I'm not. I wonder if Dharma notices that I'm still gone, or if she's still... doing whatever she was doing. Worry draws her brows together momentarily, then she shakes it off. Only when I step out of here, she tells herself firmly. Right now, Davanie is high on rebellion, and the alcohol certainly isn't helping that feeling.
and leaving with them, and leaving with them
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