She'd borrowed a dress after a night of sleeping on a bench. Isaac's room had been nice, but not a real option given that he was an adult with a woman in his life. A woman who wasn't Callie, but Gemma wasn't going to focus on more loss of life, she wanted to focus on the present. She missed Izzy, she missed Philly. But she didn't the cold, or feeling as if she was using being safe in one location as a reason not to make sure her brother wasn't safe.
The dress was red, her heels were green. She felt like Christmas had come too early again, which was hilarious because before coming into the Capitol she hadn't even been sure of the date. Gemma hadn't been sure of a lot of things, like if she and Isidore would find water or food, or if she could handle how crushingly lonely she felt whenever the man was gone for even a few moments.
Being friendly came easily to Gemma as she made her way through the crowd with a good attempt at a martini in one hand. She sipped and swayed to the music, watching the crowd and the way the false stars shown. It was all shiny and new, and Gemma felt a little shiny and new herself. She turned, dancing to herself with her eyes closed and hips swaying.