fandomhighdorms | Sixth Floor; Thursday Night

Going straight from Ino's party to setting up her own was easy, what with them both being on the sixth floor and all. Though Karla did plan on expanding her party a wee bit after Ino's was over--the ballpit thingy was fun!

But anyway, now was the time for the girliest girl party to ever be very girly. Okay, possibly not the girliest (she'd heard about the incredible pinkness of the first sorority meeting and shuddered), but still pretty damn girly. It would be like an antidote for the excessive maleness of yesterday. Just a slumber party for the girls (and Layla, but it wasn't her fault she was stuck like that) with food, makeup, drinks, even some arts and crafts! Mostly because she had to get rid of the supplies she'd bought for making Tahiri's banner for last week. She was going to set up a table in the back of the room where people could paint or color or do whatever.

She called in her art supplies, sending them to the designated table: glue, pens, pencils, crayons, paints, paintbrushes, charcoal, sketchpads, and a giant jar of glitter. Unfortunately, she'd either overestimated the size of the table or underestimated the amount of supplies she'd managed to pick up. Most of her supplies appeared neatly on the table, except for the glitter. That landed on the table's edge, a good half of the jar sticking out over side. It teetered in place for a moment, then decided to take the plunge, flinging itself off the table and onto the heating vents.

Which would have been less of a problem if Karla had properly screwed the lid on the jar after she'd used it last. Upon impact, the lid popped off, and glitter went streaming into the vents. And, of course, caught between the wall and the table, the jar landed on an angle, ensuring that it completely emptied itself. Cue the facepalming. Which nearly turned into headdesking when the most horrible noises started coming from the vents beneath the table. There was a lot Karla didn't know about how ventilation systems worked, but she was fairly certain of one thing: glitter and screeching sounds were probably a bad sign.

By the time she stopped cursing and realized she could probably just vanish the glitter, it had managed to work itself through the ducts and up into the walls. This resulted in a veritable shower of glitter, as it worked its way out of any available duct and vent in the room. It was even raining down from the ceiling. The glitter-shower wasn't heavy enough to be annoying; just a a few flakes here and there at any given moment. It looked...rather cool, actually. They'd have to keep the food covered, but the overall effect was really pretty. Definitely girly.

"I think I'll keep it," she said aloud. "Let the festivities begin!"

[Yay Sapphic Lovefest 2009! Sorry it's up so late. My lazy day turned out to be anything but. ~~Hold for~~ OOC is up!]

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"Aw, you're too kind," Claire joked. "Now we need to get to know each other better. Where are you from?"

"All over," Angela told her easily. "My dad travels. Lately, DC. So, not far. You?"

"Mostly Texas, but my family is in SoCal now," Claire replied.

"Oh, my dad's actually from Texas," she offered. "I've spent... more time there than most places."

"Oh, cool!" Claire said. "You know, I think I might have known that, actually. Hannibal may have mentioned it."

"He might have," she agreed, laughing a little. "I find there's a lot of people seem to know me before I've met them, all thanks to him."

"It's kind of sweet," she said.

"It really is." Wasn't that the truth.

Somehow that little fact didn't deter her from reaching out to brush a little something off the side of Claire's neck. "Got a little glitter, sweetie." She could've just pointed it out, but... touching. She could get behind that idea right now.

"Oh, thanks," Claire said, instinctively leaning in to Angela's touch for unknown reasons.

"Stuff manages to get everywhere." No, not moving to step back, even if somewhere in her logical brain, she knew she probably should.

But there was that little (or not so little) magnetic compulsion keeping her there, and bringing a slightly different smile to her lips.

"You've done your good deed for the night," she said.

And good deeds deserved rewards, right? Like closing that tiny distance between them and giving Angela a nice, friendly thank-you kiss.

Oh, wasn't it ever a friendly way to say thank you! Angela could appreciate that.

... And slide an arm around Claire's shoulders as she did. Nothing wrong with that.

Somewhere Jon and Hannibal were inexplicably sad at this precise moment.

Because, really, Claire had no reason not the rest her hand on Angela's waist and lean closer.

No reason at all. In fact, every warm and lightheaded feeling in Angela's body right now, was telling her that was exactly what she wanted. It felt good.

In fact, it felt really good.

It did feel good. In an entirely different way than kissing Jon felt good. Which meant Claire was feeling no real need to pull away.

Well, no one was complaining, and that was generally Angela's indication to stop when it came to these things.

So Claire probably wouldn't mind an only slightly hesitant deepening of that kiss? Maybe. Angela's mind was so nicely clouded up with a fog of glitter induced good feelings, and just wasn't going to fight them.

Claire was definitely not going to mind that considering her own mind was just as nicely clouded up. And, you know, the fact that Angela was a good kisser certainly didn't hurt.

Oh, that never hurt. It did help you get into these things, made temporarily forgetting about the boyfriends they'd been talking about just minutes ago so easy.

This was going to be an interesting conversation for them in the morning.

Oh, it certainly was.

Claire finally realized that, oh, hey, she needed to breathe, so she pulled away and smiled at Angela.

Breathing. Breathing was good. And necessary.

"Well," she said finally, with a smile of her own. "I feel like I know you better." A lot better.

"I would say you do," Claire agreed with a little giggle.

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