Gwenog Jones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} haveyoumet_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Pride was the sort of event that Gwenog loved not just because it celebrated a community she was very proud to be part of, but also because she got to wear the sort of clothes that she felt completely comfortable but were normally considered too risqué for public use. Yes there was a lot of glitter around, but it was all part of the fun in this case.
She'd spent the Thursday night at a Muggle club but she was determined to spend both Friday and Saturday at Wingbeat, they'd really got into the spirit of it after all. And she was already enjoying the looks she was getting. Some were somewhat horrified, some were blatant come-ons, and she loved both. She was comfortable and showing off on the dance floor, running her hands over her body and all the exposed skin. She'd worn her kickass boots which had to double as a wand holster because the pocket of her shorts wasn't going to fit it in, no matter how magically enhanced. And frankly her top was little more than rainbow chains over her breasts, black tape covering her nipples so she couldn't be charged with indecency or something else unfortunate. There was already a sheen of sweat and glitter already beginning to cling to her, her thighs in particular, where she was proud of the tone of her muscles.
She wasn't really dancing with anyone in particular, occasionally insinuating herself near a group, but she was constantly looking.