Re: Open!
In the recesses of Georgie's mind she knew there to be a thing about being fashionably late. That had never been a thing with her, nor something she planned for; she was simply late for most things because time wasn't something Georgie really cared about or kept up with all that well.
And this was the primary reason why there was a bunch of people already at the party once Georgie finally decided to stumble down to the party's venue, bottle already in hand because while pre-gaming was also not a concept she was familiar with, Georgie had been doing it for years. All day everyday, truth be told. It also helped that a way's down the path, Georgie gave up on the whole walking thing and climbed back up to get on a cable car. But at least she wasn't sweating through her frilly shirt once she got to where she was going.
Dressing like Adam Ant wasn't much of a stretch, considering sometimes her own style had a lot in common with his, but today Georgie had tugged at the recesses of her memory with all her might and gone the extra mile - she had even curled her hair, and had the pirate-Napoleon style down to a T, including the facepaint and the trinkets hanging from the hair. She looked around the place a second, admiring all the lights and decorations with the excited look of a small child at Disneyland. Then she noticed the bar, the dancefloor, the food. There was an unmistakable smell of kebab when she approached the buffet table, and Georgie cheered before she took the box with her and located Edwin, looking like he was part of the decor and talking to the young man dressed like some icon she couldn't quite place and whose name she wanted to say was Percy.
Georgie approached Edwin and Percy, kebab in hand and bottle in the other. "Evenin' gents, what battles are we on about then?"