Dylan Hayes (dylan_hayes) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-06-29 17:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | dylan hayes, nikola corbett |
Emergency Girls' Night
Usually when something was bothering her, Dylan found that doing her hair and feeling different helped get her out of her own head. This was usually a good place to start, and it was strange how such a simple thing helped change her mood and thoughts until she gained perspective. Today, however, her problem was that she wasn't feeling enough like herself, so after staring at the mirror looking for inspiration for a good five minutes she chose to simply run a brush through her hair and let the hint of natural wave settle it around her shoulders.
She freshened her lipstick but otherwise left her make up as it was, and turned her attention to her clothes. OK, no, work clothes had to go. Swapping her skirt and blouse for a casual, wrap-around blue dress that settled above her knees, it was a matter of seconds to add a pair of pumps to the outfit and then shove a few things in a purse. Good enough.
She'd managed to find someone who was going into town anyway, so they could catch a lift in and only have to pay cab fare one way. Dylan was pretty sure they'd both be drinking enough not to drive, even if they refrained from getting actually drunk on a work night. With company in the car, Dylan kept the conversation light and easy. Private things were private, and she had no intention of becoming Society gossip fodder. So, it wasn't until they were settled at a small table in the bar that Dylan let herself sigh and rest her chin on her hand, elbow propped on the table.
"I'm about to be a really horrible friend to you," she confessed, apology in her voice if not spoken in words.