Who: Lucy and Justice (and NPCs) When: Early Saturday morning around 2:50ish What: A little bit of trouble. Where: The Experience Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Things looked like they were coming along for the sports team. It wasn’t all finalized yet, but it would be soon. Lou figured if she was going to do what she’d been telling herself and finally let her hair down and be a little more wild, she needed to do it before her off days got eaten up by her latest pet project. Besides, it was a rare treat that she got Saturday off. Freak chance of scheduling, and she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to make the most of Friday night. That in mind, it was possible she’d gone a little too far. The plunging neckline and split butterfly sleeves of her top showed off more skin than the weather allowed. She did have a jacket, but it spent more time on her arm or as a chair decoration. She tried not to think of what Gus or anyone else respectable would think to see her now. The hip-hugging jeans she sported laced down the sides. No skin was showing, not this time of year, but the suggestion was there.
Lucy was wearing makeup, and not the kind of over-glorified lip-gloss that teens and church moms wore either. Her lips were stained a deep crimson, her complexion smoothed out, her eyes darkly shadowed. Even after a couple rounds with blue moon, a jello shooter, and something else she couldn’t quite remember the name for, the lipstick was still going strong. If it weren’t for her more regular run-ins with the local sheriff, she might have risked something harder than alcohol. Maybe she would have anyway if she’d brought backup, but she had a strict rule of not messing around with that kind of stuff on her own. If she didn’t have a few friends around, she knew better than to try it. Bad things happened to people who partied too hard on their own.
It was too bad that her couple of go-to guys had other plans. But that was their right. There was nothing steady going on with them. Keeping it casual meant that they had other dates and other obligations that she couldn’t supersede. Normally that would have kept her at home, but it’d been too long. Her head had been too full, so she’d taken a loathed taxi to The Experience, knowing she wouldn’t be good to drive back later that night.
Gods but she loved the music at The Experience. It did a damn fine job of keeping her from thinking or worrying or over-analyzing anything. The best nights were just cozying up by the speakers with someone she knew to dance with. Of course, she didn’t have her preference of people, but that didn’t stop her entirely from finding a few new faces, just for a dance or two. It wasn’t until late and into the early hours of the morning that she felt the liquor and dancing catch up with her. When she headed out the door for some fresh air and a little bit of quiet so she could call herself a ride home, a couple of the guys from earlier on trailed after her, the booze and the way she’d been dressed telling them this was a good idea.
Outside, Lou firmly turned down their propositions. She didn’t know them well and hadn’t been all that impressed. Tonight was about her. Plus, there was enough confusion after running in to Chance to put her off any casual hookups for now. When they started to press the issue, she fumbled for the keys to her car before remembering she’d taken a taxi. Fuck. One of the guy’s hands crept around her waist, pulling her towards him like they were when they were dancing. But there was no music out here and she wasn’t ok with it now. She craned her neck to look for the comforting presence of security that would help the guys fall back into line, but The Experience wasn’t always the best at that.