a. e. greengrass (estoire) wrote in reoccurrence, @ 2020-09-06 01:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | corner michael, greengrass astoria |
WHO. michael & astoria.
WHERE. barrio, brixton.
WHEN. saturday 5th.
WHAT. drinks!
STATUS. ongoing.
Astoria had very likely dressed up too much for this. It was a terrible curse, sometimes, to have such an elaborate wardrobe. Nearly all her social invites came with some kind of dress code attached, even if it was casual, and years of learning which family parties and social venues expected which kind of appearance meant that she very rarely looked out of place. But dressing for drinks at a muggle bar, with a Ravenclaw from her sister's year, at a place that translated as slum? Well, that was another matter entirely. She thought she had perhaps gauged it when she arrived in small heels and a silk dress, with some moderate jewellery complimenting the look, but still felt terribly too formal. Awkward. She never felt awkward. It didn't suit her. Having arrived over fifteen minutes early (she wasn't used to traversing muggle London, either, and so had bargained plenty of time for getting herself there) she found a table for the pair of them, close to the front so he would notice her when he came in. In those few moments he had she looked around. It was… quaint, she supposed. With some sense of charm, even if it presented itself in a rather try hard way. She attempted to appreciate it, wanted this to go well, but her sister's objections and own sense of doubt snuck in regardless. Still, here she was, all made up, attempting to fit in with the muggle she bumped elbows with. Trying. Really, the things she did for a shag. |