( princess jasmine in all her teal finery definitely approves of the costume choice. a wide grin at the discovery of her friend, and kimberly holds out a cup whose contents smells both sweet and strong. )
Better late than never. You've got catching up to do, Lydia.
[She takes the cup and downs half of it without even thinking, because that's about where she's at. When you start your evening with a dead body, you want to get very drunk.]
Damn. ( ten points for lydia's house of choice — which, okay, now that she's thinking that phrase, even kimberly recognizes should be the smart house. which is raven-something or other. don't judge her. harry potter was never her thing. ) Alright, then.
( luckily for both girls, there's never any shortage of free booze at a party like this. especially not when you're willing to flash a flirty smile in order to get a drink that hasn't been sitting out in a punch bowl for a few hours. freshly poured is much superior. )
Uh huh. I'd believe that if you didn't have, like, ten or fifteen alarms for everything from waking up to taking your ginkgo biblowhatever.
( nope. no believing here, but she's definitely going to take a hearty sip of her own drink. though... her assumptions couldn't possibly be more wrong. )
[One day, she might work up to telling her the truth. That she happens to be a death omen who occasionally falls into trances and stumbles over dead bodies through no fault of her own, and that there's a very sweet hellhound who works for the sheriff's department that she can call, but for now she'll just let Kim make that assumption.
And just casually change the subject, as she scans the room.]
I don't know. ( a dramatic lament, but in all honesty, once she'd started texting lydia she'd sort of lost track of the other partygoers. ) I think he ... left?
( a shame. he did have nice abs. )
I can't believe this costume is going to waste like this.
Oh, come on, the night's not over yet. We still have time to find your diamond in the rough.
[Not that she thinks it's going to happen at a place like this, but they sure can try. She downs the rest of her drink, before reaching over and taking Kimberly's hand to pull her towards the dance floor.]
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Better late than never. You've got catching up to do, Lydia.
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That also will not be a problem.
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( luckily for both girls, there's never any shortage of free booze at a party like this. especially not when you're willing to flash a flirty smile in order to get a drink that hasn't been sitting out in a punch bowl for a few hours. freshly poured is much superior. )
Alright, spill. What's the sitch?
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[Yeah, she's going to try and play this casual, because she's not going to spill the actual reason.]
Nothing huge. I just got caught up in the library and lost track of the time.
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( nope. no believing here, but she's definitely going to take a hearty sip of her own drink. though... her assumptions couldn't possibly be more wrong. )
But that's cool. I hope he's hot.
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And just casually change the subject, as she scans the room.]
So where's the Star Spangled Man?
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( a shame. he did have nice abs. )
I can't believe this costume is going to waste like this.
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[Not that she thinks it's going to happen at a place like this, but they sure can try. She downs the rest of her drink, before reaching over and taking Kimberly's hand to pull her towards the dance floor.]
Besides, we haven't started dancing yet.