Frank & Open
Since being thrust into super boring work duties Frank had been taking care of themself by treating themself to things on a semi regular basis. It had led to some shopping, more than a few nights out, and more time trying to nail down some ideas on the tattoo they wanted. Plus a few things people might call more traditional self care like a massage and plenty of reading time. It meant by the time it came around to Molly's birthday they were full of good vibes and had an outfit they loved. They'd had to put a purple sports bra on to make sure they could actually get in the club, and put on dark maroon boots which had seen hours of clubbing for comfort. They'd added in maroon hair with some grey streaks and heavy black eyeliner and called it good. Maybe at some point they would end up with some glitter too.
When they entered the club they stopped at the bar for a shot of vodka (not their usual preference but much easier to shoot) before bunging a tip to the DJ to hopefully get some of Molly's favourites into the rotation and looking for familiar faces or maybe just attractive faces around the tables and floor. They bounced enthusiastically as something with a decent beat came on, still trying to move through, and misjudged one bounce, stumbling slightly into someone and yelling an apology as they tried to move through.