Raleigh Harper / Emily Watkins (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
callmeemily) wrote2015-06-28 02:39 pm
callmeemily) wrote2015-06-28 02:39 pm
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Let's get it started~
There's no reason for her to go out. It's not a birthday, or a reason to celebrate. Instead? Raleigh's bored. She's bored, and she'd mentioned it to Les, and that's why she's going out tonight. She can hear the music thumping more than a block away from the club, and her heels click on the sidewalk.
She's taken the potions that Joel makes for her so that her leg doesn't hurt, and it's no surprise that with what she's wearing and the way she smiles at the bouncer, she gets in without having to pay cover.
It's after she's inside that she fires off texts to her friends, finds herself a drink at the bar, and scopes out the crowd. It's times like this that she realises that being nice doesn't really get you anywhere - and sometimes, not being the polite, sweet baker isn't exactly how you have fun.
OOC: Open to everyone as a gathering! Hang out with Raleigh, each other, whatever! Note, she's at about half-soul-sucked, so she may be acting a bit oddly. Set for Saturday night.
She's taken the potions that Joel makes for her so that her leg doesn't hurt, and it's no surprise that with what she's wearing and the way she smiles at the bouncer, she gets in without having to pay cover.
It's after she's inside that she fires off texts to her friends, finds herself a drink at the bar, and scopes out the crowd. It's times like this that she realises that being nice doesn't really get you anywhere - and sometimes, not being the polite, sweet baker isn't exactly how you have fun.
OOC: Open to everyone as a gathering! Hang out with Raleigh, each other, whatever! Note, she's at about half-soul-sucked, so she may be acting a bit oddly. Set for Saturday night.
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Mira leans up to hug her, grinning. "Perfect?" she laughs. "Clearly I need to think less more often."
"Tha- wait, who?" Mira takes a drink to try and cover looking instinctively, and slides onto the stool beside Raleigh, regathering her dignity.
"They are great shoes, though."
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She wiggles one of her heels at the compliment. "Thanks! I figured I couldn't wear this unless I had the shoes to go with it, too. You know? It's the whole picture that I'm going for."
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"Oh, okay, with the hair," Mira deadpans back at her, but she knows who she must be talking about. "Really?" She smiles into her drink, sitting up a little straighter and crossing her legs.
"She's not not my type," she says appreciatively with a more subtle glance back. She's almost a little too similar to The Ex, but that's not her fault. "My type..." She tries to think about what the people she's had crushes on have in common, swirling her drink in her glass.
"It's more a personality type, I think," she decides. "You know -- sweet, passionate about things they love, a little braver than I am. Touch-y gets extra points. I mean, I'm sure there is a looks type," Mira adds, leaning her head on one hand, "but. I don't know what it is. What about you? I mean, if you're my wing-woman, it's only fair to reciprocate." She runs through Raleigh's crushes in her head. "I mean, we could probably just single out half the guys in here based on quality of cheekbones and how well they clean up," she points out.
"You make quite the picture," she grins, "so I think you're on the right track."
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That's before Mira asks about her, and Raleigh rolls her eyes when Mira points out the cheekbone-clean-up thing. "God, I swear, it's like... I have no idea when I lost my mind and decided that guys like...." She pauses and then nods towards a guy who looks like the very definition of a player. "That, that I'm not into them. Consider that list revised." Not that she'd actually ended up going home with any of them yet, because they'd been gross, but Raleigh's spent more time making out with guys in bars in the last two weeks than any other time in her life.
"And thanks. I know. It's not like I wear these shoes for nothing, you know?"
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Mira laughs, blushing a little and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, glancing at the girl. "You're talking yourself out of a partner in clubbing, lady," she informs her, but she's not so much into the flirting with people she doesn't know. Well, that's a lie: she hadn't known Genevieve at all before the warehouse rave. In retrospect she feels like that was another Mira, one that makes stupid, rash decisions, but it's turned out pretty well in the name of running flirtations and maybe a little more than that. So maybe not stupid.
"Anyway, I'd open my mouth and a girl like that would get bored immediately," she excuses her own shyness.
She does sort of raise an eyebrow at Raleigh and glance at the guy. "Yeah?" She takes a drink. "I mean, don't get me wrong, books, covers, etc, but." She leans on the bar. "I think you could do better," she revises. The guy looks like the skeezes at every crew party she'd been to in four years of college, only without the polish that the crew team and their friends tended to pretend they had. Even if Raleigh's looking for something more...attainable in her choice of guys, Mira's experiences with that crowd makes her distinctly concerned.
Raleigh looks like she's suddenly been handed a pedestal, anyway. It's a little weird, her new blase attitude, and Mira is determined to figure out what the catalyst is, but regardless, she feels Raleigh could probably have her pick. Not that Mira's biased at all.
She laughs awkwardly, not sure where to go with that. "But can you dance in them," she retorts with a smile.
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She made a face when Mira says she can do better. "Eugh, not you too. I just- maybe i just want to do, not do better." Pushing herself off the chair, she snags Mira's hand. "C'mon, I'll show you just how I can dance," she says with a slow smile.
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Mira isn't sure if she's gratified at being told to stay, or a little annoyed at having that decided so forcefully. "Oh am I?" she snarks, smirking. "Good to know." When Raleigh rolls her eyes, though, she just laughs. "Yeah, I guess." The sentiment sounds almost exactly like the first roommate she'd had in college, who'd almost forcibly dragged her into socializing. "I'm sorry, that was fishing a little, wasn't it? I am great. My nerditude is also great." She takes a long swallow of drink.
She does frown a little, wondering where all of this came from. "It's not that I don't get that -- I do, it's just." She makes a face. "I don't want you getting hurt," she says, the impact of it totally undone by Raleigh sliding down neatly and reaching for her hand with a flirtatious smile. Mira blinks, taking her hand and pushing herself down. She can feel her pulse doubletime, just a little, and she shoves at it. Stupidity. She hides it with a laugh. "I have to warn you, I have incredibly high dance standards," she says faux-seriously.