Aubrey Summers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} demipointe) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
Aubrey was not a person who considered less than a week to be enough notice to put together a costume. In truth, had Reggie not been professionally responsible for Sleepy Hollow's (high school) theatrics, she'd probably just have picked a simple dress to wear. However, if she was going to be on Reggie's arm tonight (even if it was only to arrive together), then she needed to look the part. Costumes off the rack were horrible, and were always designed for bustier body types than Aubrey's anyway, so that was out, and what she had access to instead was a selection of ballet outfits. She'd performed in a vampire musical, and her red dress and mask still fit perfectly.
"I'm going to be freezing," she complained mildly, letting Reggie help her out of his car. Despite her winter fae heritage, she'd always felt the cold, and it seemed most unfair that her powers only let her summon cool breezes, which helped not at all. She didn't usually bother with much in the way of glamour, but with so much of her body on show she'd boosted it a little tonight, just to make her look slightly less like herself, should anyone she knew be here. It didn't work on Reggie, of course. Or at least, so she assumed: her telepathy certainly didn't. Once she was standing, she smoothed her skirt and lifted herself up en pointe. "Not ashamed to be seen with me?" she asked, quite certain that she was more than satisfactory, at least in terms of being sufficiently theatrical.