call_me_trouble (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} call_me_trouble) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} outofshadowsrpg,@ 2016-08-26 22:31:00 |
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Who: Trouble and Aden
Where: Nightclub
When: 8/26 evening
What: Catching her temporary roommate out and about.
Rating: It's them so I bet high.
Friday night was a time of excitement and fun. The clubs were opened and filled with writhing gyrating bodies. People didn't care who or what you were. Hell, there were clubs made specifically for non-humans to come and enjoy themselves. It was at one of these particular clubs that Trouble had slipped in thanks to one of the Bouncers that was sweet on her.
She was decked out in one of her own creations, a purple and black shredded skirt with a black tank top and some boots that made her look taller than the 5'4 that she was. Her purple hair was pulled back in an elaborate braid that ran down one shoulder and had a glow stick weaved in.
Trouble had been chatting with a few people she'd known, bummed a drink off of one but one of her favorite songs was playing and she couldn't stop herself from slipping into the crowd to gyrate and move in time with the beat. It didn't matter if anyone danced with her, this was about having fun.
Where: Nightclub
When: 8/26 evening
What: Catching her temporary roommate out and about.
Rating: It's them so I bet high.
Friday night was a time of excitement and fun. The clubs were opened and filled with writhing gyrating bodies. People didn't care who or what you were. Hell, there were clubs made specifically for non-humans to come and enjoy themselves. It was at one of these particular clubs that Trouble had slipped in thanks to one of the Bouncers that was sweet on her.
She was decked out in one of her own creations, a purple and black shredded skirt with a black tank top and some boots that made her look taller than the 5'4 that she was. Her purple hair was pulled back in an elaborate braid that ran down one shoulder and had a glow stick weaved in.
Trouble had been chatting with a few people she'd known, bummed a drink off of one but one of her favorite songs was playing and she couldn't stop herself from slipping into the crowd to gyrate and move in time with the beat. It didn't matter if anyone danced with her, this was about having fun.