Lydia is rarely seen without a drink in her hand. Her dress is certainly eye-catching - if only for the slightly historical inaccuracies that give the impression that Lydia was trying her best to look hot rather than actually from the regency period. She smiles brightly at those who catch her eye, and to those unfortunate enough to be stood near her, she begins to chatter.
"Well, I mean, it's all very tasteful, really, isn't it? I was expecting dungeons and cobwebs and maybe even a coffin or two. And actually, it's all very civilised, isn't it? Not that I mean that in a bad way, just… well, they have a reputation, don't they, vampires?"
Later in the night
Okay, so Lydia totally can't handle her drink. Nearly a full bottle of wine and a hookup or two later, and her makeup is melted and smeared across her face, her dress, already precariously low-cut, is perhaps an inch from revealing everything, and her hair is a mess.
Eurgh, this party sucks now. Lydia slinks towards the hallway, her hand trailing along the wall for slight support. She sways. Eurgh. And then she burps, though it's concealed well. But - oh no. She looks around for something, anything, so she's not sick on the floor. Luckily a rather large, and rather expensive looking gold vase is stood in the corner of the room. She makes it, just about, and as subtly as she can, she retches into it. Classy, Lyds. So classy.
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Lydia is rarely seen without a drink in her hand. Her dress is certainly eye-catching - if only for the slightly historical inaccuracies that give the impression that Lydia was trying her best to look hot rather than actually from the regency period. She smiles brightly at those who catch her eye, and to those unfortunate enough to be stood near her, she begins to chatter.
"Well, I mean, it's all very tasteful, really, isn't it? I was expecting dungeons and cobwebs and maybe even a coffin or two. And actually, it's all very civilised, isn't it? Not that I mean that in a bad way, just… well, they have a reputation, don't they, vampires?"
Later in the night
Okay, so Lydia totally can't handle her drink. Nearly a full bottle of wine and a hookup or two later, and her makeup is melted and smeared across her face, her dress, already precariously low-cut, is perhaps an inch from revealing everything, and her hair is a mess.
Eurgh, this party sucks now. Lydia slinks towards the hallway, her hand trailing along the wall for slight support. She sways. Eurgh. And then she burps, though it's concealed well. But - oh no. She looks around for something, anything, so she's not sick on the floor. Luckily a rather large, and rather expensive looking gold vase is stood in the corner of the room. She makes it, just about, and as subtly as she can, she retches into it. Classy, Lyds. So classy.