Who: T and Z What: drunken old friend times When: the night of Pansy's party, or early morning of the next day rather [backdated, yo] Where: one of T's places I guess? Warnings: TBA
Terrence was having a ridiculous amount of fun, even though he'd never really thought about dressing up as a girl before. Of course, he hadn't gone the skirt route; he'd gone for butch dyke - or his image of what that meant, anyway - at Anthony's suggestion. Hair slicked up into a fauxhawk, transfigured earrings stuck to his ears, his shirt somewhat low cut and covering a stuffed bra, jeans somewhat effeminate and tighter than was strictly necessary. He'd also gone very heavy on the lipstick, but most of that had worn off as he drank, leaving lipstick marks on the glass or the rim of the bottle, respectively.
He'd planned to round off the evening with Z, so when it got to the point that he'd actually lost track of time but half expected the sun to come up at any moment (usually, this meant it was anywhere between 2 and 5 in the morning), he Flooed back to the flat he used for having friends over, not trusting himself to Apparate without Splinching. Then he collapsed on the couch, laughing to himself and waiting for the mirror around his neck to activate and signal Z's impending arrival.