fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room; Thursday Evening [02/13].

It was time for Tisarwat's first party here, and it was long overdue, really, but she felt pretty confident about it. Something about it felt like justEarth-style party rather than a Radchaai one. She was glad she managed to enlist the help of Nina and Sabine, though. Thanks to Nina, the word had definitely gone out, and, thanks to Sabine, the decorations for the party were abstract and classy, only a little suggestive (because pulling off something not suggestive this week would be near impossible!) and on theme (since apparently there was a holiday this weekend?) without being obvious. There were even lights strung up across the ceiling, set off against soft black fabric, to resemble a romantic and starry night sky. Plenty of food and drinks (mostly finger food, unfortunately, much to Tisarwat's chagrin, but, again, Earth-style party), there would be games later, it was really all ready to go!

Almost. Tisarwat had brought with her one final touch, a large bowl that she set on a stand right by the door, filled with gloves of all sizes and colors and styles, and a sign to go along with it that boldly declared: GLOVES OPTIONAL.

Oh, the scandal!

Tisarwat herself, of course, would be wearing gloves, thank you very much (unless, perhaps, a situation arose where she wouldn't be, *ahem*. She was more than delighted to be reaping the benefits of this planet's uncivilized degeneracy, but she was a little less willing to jump into actively participating in it herself. What she was not wearing, though, was her uniform, opting to go for a sleek black sleeveless sut cut in a feminine style.

She triple checked to make sure everything was ready, and it was, so now, she supposed, she just waited for everyone to arrive.

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Well, Owen enjoyed a good party, especially one his girlfriend (he had a girlfriend!) was involved in.

... He did not have fancy clothes. He did, however, have a t-shirt, some jeans, and a winning grin. "I heard there was a party!"

"You've heard right!" said Tisarwat, who was really starting to revel in her hostest role. "Welcome to the fun. There's plenty of food and drink, so please, help yourself. And thank you for coming!"

"Wouldn't have missed it!" Owen chirped. A pause. "No, seriously, I think Nina might murder me if I don't show up."

"Hi there," Nina said, sauntering up to her boyfriend in her tiny, bright red dress. "How's it going, handsome???????????"

And if he laughed at her, he was in very real danger of getting the drink she held in one hand dumped on him.

No laughing. No, no laughing at all.

Owen's eyes were just glued to her chest all of a sudden, and, uh. "Uh. Sorry. Could you repeat the question?"

Nina's giggle was warmly pleased and slightly wicked because, yes, she'd hoped for that reaction or something like it.

Like, usually she'd be much shyer, but… it was literally something in the air this week.

"I said," she said, "how's it going, handsome????????????"

"Very... br-- good," Owen stammered. He wasn't used to being the one who couldn't keep his cool in this relationship, and it was a little flail-worthy. "Yes. Very good. I like the party. Excellent... party work."

Look at her face.

"My eyes are up here," she said teasingly, taking a step closer to him. "Honestly, Owen."

But she was still smiling.

"That is," Owen said, and finally dragged those eyes back up, "A lovely dress."

"It's not my usual style," Nina admitted, as if he wouldn't know, "but I thought, like, why not be a little bit…………… daring???????????"

"I... like you daring," Owen said, finally managing a double thumbs up. "You wear daring extremely well."

"What a lovely thing to say," she said warmly. "Did you want me to get you a drink????????????"

The one she had was hers.

And he could admire how very short the skirt was too.

"Yes," said Owen, nodding.

Partly because he was hoping to get a handle on himself because, despite all his flirting, he didn't actually have much experience with the things. He was thinking about. Right now.

"Alright," she said, smiling cutely. "I'll do that-----but you'd better keep an eye on me!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Tossing her hair over one of her bare, bare shoulders, Nina sauntered off to get him a drink.

Ngh.

Owen watched her go with big eyes and. Oh. Oh wow. She had some legs. And thighs. And--

He rubbed his forehead.

Nina took her time—mostly because while she was there, hey, why not go the extra mile and bring him some food too?—but also because, hey, why not let him admire her?

Drinks and food in hand, Nina wandered back to him.

"Miss me????????????" she asked. "I bring gifts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I always miss you," Owen said, mostly because he was still distracted. "You know, you should wear that more often. Really-- more often."

He coughed, cleared his throat, and then reached for that drink.

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