Penny Layne Schwartz (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pennylaynesm) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} darkestdays,@ 2009-10-24 17:03:00 |
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WHO Penny, Aislinn, Riley, and Francesca
WHAT Girls Day/Night Out
WHERE Cafe Descartes, then shopping/saloning, and finally off to the Jazz Club
WHEN Monday, 1 PM
RATING/PROGRESS PG-13+ / In Progress
It had been a long time since Penny had participated in a good old-fashioned Girls Night Out. Actually, Penny had never been much of one for participating in Girls Night Out and when she thought about it she wondered if she had ever been to a real one. Sure, she, Mrs. F and Missy had always done a Mother-Daughter-“Daughter” day or night when Missy was home from school but that was different. Penny had always been one of the boys and had tended to gravitate towards women who were the same way.
She still wasn’t as bad as Ms. Franny-O! Not by a long shot. But come hell or high water she was going to wrestle that girl into a dress. Because it was pretty and soft, and lately it seemed like the woman could use being pretty and soft for at least a few hours. Penny was considering just how a wrestling match over a dress would go between herself and Francesca when she wandered into Café Descartes in what might have been overly informal attire. Tattered jeans and a beat up hoodie… but they were comfortable, easy to slide in and out of in a dressing room, and she was working with a limited wardrobe as she was stilling living out of her suitcase.
Blue eyes scanned the space as she looked to see if she were the first to arrive. Penny withdrew her phone to check the time, she was a few minutes early. She found an empty table that could seat four and took it for herself, trying to pay attention to the door so she could catch the other women’s eyes as they arrived. In the mean time she sorted through topics in her head, things that would be safe for discussion and things that weren’t. Whether Ash was a good old friend or not, Penny knew she was Irish, and that meant there was simply certain information she shouldn’t have. There was a moment where she wondered if this was all such a good idea. Girl-talk without juicy details? But by then it was too late. She was here with her companions scheduled to arrive at any minute. She couldn’t very well just walk out.
WHAT Girls Day/Night Out
WHERE Cafe Descartes, then shopping/saloning, and finally off to the Jazz Club
WHEN Monday, 1 PM
RATING/PROGRESS PG-13+ / In Progress
It had been a long time since Penny had participated in a good old-fashioned Girls Night Out. Actually, Penny had never been much of one for participating in Girls Night Out and when she thought about it she wondered if she had ever been to a real one. Sure, she, Mrs. F and Missy had always done a Mother-Daughter-“Daughter” day or night when Missy was home from school but that was different. Penny had always been one of the boys and had tended to gravitate towards women who were the same way.
She still wasn’t as bad as Ms. Franny-O! Not by a long shot. But come hell or high water she was going to wrestle that girl into a dress. Because it was pretty and soft, and lately it seemed like the woman could use being pretty and soft for at least a few hours. Penny was considering just how a wrestling match over a dress would go between herself and Francesca when she wandered into Café Descartes in what might have been overly informal attire. Tattered jeans and a beat up hoodie… but they were comfortable, easy to slide in and out of in a dressing room, and she was working with a limited wardrobe as she was stilling living out of her suitcase.
Blue eyes scanned the space as she looked to see if she were the first to arrive. Penny withdrew her phone to check the time, she was a few minutes early. She found an empty table that could seat four and took it for herself, trying to pay attention to the door so she could catch the other women’s eyes as they arrived. In the mean time she sorted through topics in her head, things that would be safe for discussion and things that weren’t. Whether Ash was a good old friend or not, Penny knew she was Irish, and that meant there was simply certain information she shouldn’t have. There was a moment where she wondered if this was all such a good idea. Girl-talk without juicy details? But by then it was too late. She was here with her companions scheduled to arrive at any minute. She couldn’t very well just walk out.