Re: Capital: Holly + Gwen
Holly? Knew adrenaline rushes. She liked adrenaline rushes. Maybe it was a Jersey thing, growing up with a taste for excitement even if it balanced on the edge with dangerous (or danced a little closer, we can't always be safe if we like a little excitement) and maybe it was an outskirts thing. But the city swinging deal looked like a gig that was an adrenaline rush and it was kind of difficult to go back to being ordinary after that. Cat would never be ordinary and she bet the caped crusader? Would be out on nights regular.
The unmasking thing was so not about fast movements. Holly was totally ordinary where it counted and she wasn't moving at all. She laughed as the caped crusader practically pinky-swore and she dimple-grinned back. "Pink's my color but the suit isn't exactly my style. It's badass, but not my badass." Because the point was? It was white, not the suit-as-concept. Holly was pro girls in suits.
The caped crusader didn't wait. She scooped and they were down under the streetlight before Holly could blink which was cool if a little like a Jersey shore kind of ride. She bowed and Holly clapped and swept a curtsey in steel-toed boots and torn fishnets, even if she did still kind of have a tinge of eau-de-garbage. It wasn't elegant, because she so didn't know how to do that shit.