''Libby'' & Shauna
Libby would not have gone to an event like this. As much as school pride was important for her, it being an integral part of fitting into her new community, something like this seemed like it was more for the students than anyone else and she just didn't feel entirely comfortable socializing with high schoolers in a party context. It also didn't help that a bonfire felt like the least copacetic kind of thing to attend after a fire so recently caused such devastation in Beacon Hills. Libby would not have attended because she would be too busy mourning the Hales and trying to hold it together for Derek's sake.
Charlotte, on the other hand, saw no reason not to attend. She felt utterly emotionally removed from the whole ordeal. She might currently share her twin's body and also her memories, but those memories were not tied to any feelings of love or connection. After taking her shot at Libby's boyfriend to have that result in failure and then not hearing back from the other hottie in Libby's contact list, Charlotte was admittedly huffy. Rather than let any of it get her down too much, though, she carelessly skipped onward. She liked the idea of having a party on a Monday night. She'd spent the remainder of her weekend binge watching every teenybopper movie and show about high school she could get her hands on. From hovering around Libby over the years and observing things, she managed to pick up a few things, but it was hazy; the downside of keeping watch from the spirit world. If she was going to pull off spending five days a week in a high school, she felt she had to do some research.
The only reason she was bothering to keep up appearances at Libby's little day job was because, practically speaking, Charlotte understood enough of the real world to know that things cost money and jobs keep money rolling in. So for that very valid reason, she would try to bear up under the charade for as long as she possibly could. Getting dressed for work was an odd process for Charlotte. Actually getting dressed, period, was but she was learning fast. She couldn't say much for Libby's style, though. It took some digging in the dark recesses of the back of her twin's closet before Charlotte finally located pieces of non-frilly, non-sweetly floral clothing that didn't want to make her gag. Those precious few items that weren't in soft, muted colors look like they haven't seen the light of day in some time. She needed to do some major shopping first chance she got if she hoped to rectify the situation.
Tonight, she ended up in an outfit that was pieced together from several pieces from a box in the back corner of the closet labelled 'College - Halloween'. From Libby's memories, she noted that the jacket in particular was an impulse purchase enabled by Laura Hale. As she threw it on, Charlotte was able to recall the moment Libby tried it on in the store, looking critically at herself in the dressing room mirror and deciding that the Hales and their penchant for leather jackets didn't quite extend to her. Charlotte found she rather liked it. She preferred everything a little slinkier. Shorter, tighter, and lower cut.
Red SoloĀ® cup in hand, she strolled along the outskirts of the crowd. She bopped her head to the music as she slowly made her way closer to the bonfire. She was in the mood to dance.