Re: Dance floor, but nearer the bar: Lin/Sam/Tess
Crashing weddings wasn't on her bucket list, but Tess supposed penciling one in was just fine. Now no longer fighting zombies, she found that she had missed dressing up. She wondered if Clementine had somehow left that mark on her subconscious but that would bring up lingering guilt about everyone in that door, and she quickly filed the thought away. She'd dwell on it later and maybe send word. For now, she had a perfect opportunity to slip into something slinky. Sure it was a little much for a wedding, but it wasn't like she knew who the bride and groom were anyway.
When she met up with her sister, she had been expecting Lin, a guy she had often heard about and seen in her journal. The woman hadn't been expected, but after quick explanations, she let it go with a shrug. She spent how many weeks fending off zombies. Magical sex change? Whatever.
"Like we really need an excuse," Tess laughed. Gotham was happening, sure, but it wasn't a happy kind of town. The fact they couldn't fucking dance? Didn't surprise her in the least. She planned on nursing the drink in her hand - her third after she had downed her first two - at least until the prospect of dancing had come up. "Come on, Sam," she turned to her sister, ready to take this last one to the head if they were going. "Want to show 'em how it's done?"