Frankie and Open (Penny?)
Despite being delighted by the invitation Frankie had hesitated somewhat about coming to Penny's opening, not because of the people or feeling in the slightest bit unwelcome, but because they had been feeling undecided about their own clothing and body choices in the last few days. With their own confidence in their identity growing it was distinctly less of a problem more recently, especially given their exhaustion because of work projects, but the last week had been trying.
Eventually they sorted themself out and picked out a purple waistcoat to go with a long-sleeve dip-dyed shirt that graded from white to blue-grey at the bottom, and a pair of black trousers so wide and voluminous they looked like an historical walking skirt, their chest flattened thanks to a binder. It was a fun effect which really fitted with their own confused feelings. The clothes were mostly bought from second hand shops, but they were smart, hopefully smart enough. Especially given their matching purple-blue hair.
They lifted their own glass of wine in the toast and took the barest sip. Despite the somewhat fortifying properties of alcohol wine was far from their first choice. They started to wander, taking in the collection on sale. The taxidermy really wasn't to their taste, despite their own goth-punk sensibilities, but the posters were a lot of fun to look at. They were tilting their head trying to work out exactly what the weird pattern was supposed to represent when they felt someone come up behind them with more intent and turned their head. "Do you know what this is supposed to be?" they asked.