Ashleigh & Kitty live on the (rink) wrote in doorslogs,
Dance Floor: Kitty & Peter
It had been tempting to ride with Gwen and the others in the limo they had rented, but she didn't know them know them, at least not in a way that was completely comfortable, so Kitty had opted on going by herself, because nothing was going to keep her from the dance even if she didn't have anyone to go with. The dress was the colour of sunshine and not too short, and she felt good in it as she stepped out of the cab in front of Webster Hall, a white shawl wound around her shoulders to ward off the spring chill. Prom. They didn't have proms at the Academy, and being here for one was a little surreal with everything else that had gone on in her life.
Passing through the lobby, Kitty let the music draw her towards the dance floor, awkward teenagers and dancing that was far from awkward, the beat bleeding into her body from the soles of her feet on up, filling her up and driving her forward. It was hard not to get caught up in it all, date or no date, and with how fast the music was, it didn't matter who she danced with. Moving with the crowd, Kitty let herself move, an easy smile on her face. Just like she had told that boy on the journals, she wouldn't be a wallflower at her last and only prom.
When the music grew a bit slower, an easy number when the boys and girls started to pair off, Kitty gave a look at the couple with a roll of her eyes before moving towards the edge of the floor, pulling her shawl up further on her shoulders, feeling exposed all of a sudden in a way she didn't like.