Thread: Nova, Andrew, Lisa, and Seth. Who: Shaughnessy, Yates, Wilson, and Watson. When: March 1. Afternoon. Where: Fancy French Restaurant. What: Dinner. Complete with a helping of drama.
Nova was forced to a fancy dinner at a French restaurant. The kind that the men had to wear ties and jackets and women needed to show some leg, classically, and wear the appropriate sense killing perfume. She had her white hair flipped out and stuck that way with hairspray. She hated it, imagining that she looked like an albino Betty Rubble. A pleated skirt with a black scoop neck long sleeve shirt, a necklace, and heels. Nova looked nothing like herself, and instead, an adorable petite girl with a french manicure to boot.
Once seated she huffed at Lisa, giving her a 'god help me or I'm going to die' look as she tugged at the hem of her skirt and tried to figure out how to sit without her legs spread and her elbows on the table. Andrew was smiling, because it was all he ever did anymore, and they were told their waiter would be there shortly.
"I'm getting the most expensive thing on the menu, and I want some champagne." She said with slitted, frustrated, eyes glaring at Andrew.