Re: 8:00 PM
A dress. She was in a bloody -dress-. One of the first Samantha ever really owned, and yet she knew very few of the boys around here were gonna turn their heads for a girl in pants. So she strapped into the thing, the brassier tight and pushing high, shoulders totally bared, the red gown started just beneath her arms and swept all the way down to her knees, the skirt flaring just a little to give her a hint of an hourglass shape that wasn't entirely there. Still, she tried.
And she looked good for the effort. If she could have lost some of the awkward tomboyishness and energy of her walk, she'd look the perfect femme fatale. But right now she seemed a girl not too comfortable in heels, around this many boys, or looking quite so sexy as she did. Red lips matched the dress and dark kohl lined her blue eyes. Still, for all the confidence of her gown, she remained at the side of the room. Watching. Learning.