Amara Ahuja (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eternallyamara) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 20somethings, |
Since she was between projects, Amara had been absolutely thrilled by Eliza's suggestion that they hit the Carnival tonight. Odds were she'd have gone out somewhere tonight anyway, but the Carnival was one of her favorite spots, and she liked knowing her friends would be getting out for the fun, too. She took her time getting ready, choosing a sparkly dress with bold colors and a short hemline, pairing it with red heels and deep red lips. She could hardly be seen at a club with a naked face!
Arriving fashionably late, a little past half ten, the club was already filling up by the time she walked in, the doorman waving her in past the queue lined up outside. She leaned up to brush a kiss against his cheek before heading in, fluffing her dark, wide curls as she glanced around. The click of her heels was drowned out by the heavy pulse of music, and she naturally gravitated toward the dancefloor.