It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eristic) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
She'd been in the midst of taking a swig when Rylee pulled her down, so she went, mostly not complaining. The dress had been its own endeavor; after she'd accomplished what she'd meant to with the costume, she'd almost considered getting another set to relieve herself of the burden of wearing a dress for the third time. It had been quite a show getting through the front doors of the club (she'd actually gotten stuck), but once inside, no one had really given her another glance; the beer was definitely helping to take the edge off of her annoyance.
Though she didn't begrudge him the close contact (the opposite, actually - she scooted closer to him, and slung an arm around his shoulders, so neatly brought to her eyes by the line of his costume) she did give a quick glance around to see who might be watching. After a moment, her brain finally kicked in with the who gives a shit and Charlie leaned into Rylee's well-muscled form.
"Hell, if yah need tah hide, yah can hide behind me," she replied, turning her face to his with an alcohol-laced smile. "An' I'm sure we could still work out some scares fer somebody in here. I mean, one'a us gets up on that stage and sings, I'm sure we'd send everybody screamin'," she added, her eyes glancing over to the poor soul currently murdering what sounded like another popular song from the radio that Charlie couldn't be bothered to know the title of. She took another swig of her beer, wrapping her arm a little tighter around Rylee's shoulders to feel the hard flesh underneath the costume.
She leaned over, putting her mouth to his ear, her hand curled around the beer bottle settled into her lap. "Or we could always just go entertain ourselves in the bathroom..."