If you asked her, Kenzi would say she only showed up so she could dress up. And really, who wouldn't believe her? She's dressed up plenty. However, it was all - in her mind - a clever ruse. She wasn't quite ready to be out of the broom closet. Even if this was a party for just that. Abigail said that she and Nancy didn't have to go public if they didn't want to. Kenzi would hold her to that.
2. Dinner
Kenzi is enjoying herself. As much as she can be. The people she's sat next to are impossible not to listen to as they talk and she might be caught sniggering into her champagne at something they've (or you) said. Decorum is not her friend.
3. Ballroom
Kenzi isn't dancing. Not unless she's asked and only if her partner has some skill, of course. She can say without any shred of shame that she is a marvelous dancer and to pair off with anyone for these less synth'y songs who can't do more than a two step wouldn't be fun. Or fair. The club songs however, got her rolling her hips and laughing with delight.
She might be drunk.
4. Grounds
This house is wrong.
That might be the champagne, wine, cocktails and vodka infused tea talking, but Kenzi can't shake the fact that she can feel in her bones that something is wrong with this place. She bites her tongue to keep herself from chanting protection spells and crosses her arms against her chest to stop from rubbing the talismans she has that are disguised as bracelets and rings. She's gone to the gardens behind the house and is absolutely refusing to turn around and look at the windows on the second and third floors because she can feel someone - something? - watching her.
It's nighttime...but she could swear she hears the faint sound of bees droning around flowers. And jasmine. For some reason she smells jasmine.
Two totally innocuous things are adding up to be entirely too creepy.
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If you asked her, Kenzi would say she only showed up so she could dress up. And really, who wouldn't believe her? She's dressed up plenty. However, it was all - in her mind - a clever ruse. She wasn't quite ready to be out of the broom closet. Even if this was a party for just that. Abigail said that she and Nancy didn't have to go public if they didn't want to. Kenzi would hold her to that.
2. Dinner
Kenzi is enjoying herself. As much as she can be. The people she's sat next to are impossible not to listen to as they talk and she might be caught sniggering into her champagne at something they've (or you) said. Decorum is not her friend.
3. Ballroom
Kenzi isn't dancing. Not unless she's asked and only if her partner has some skill, of course. She can say without any shred of shame that she is a marvelous dancer and to pair off with anyone for these less synth'y songs who can't do more than a two step wouldn't be fun. Or fair. The club songs however, got her rolling her hips and laughing with delight.
She might be drunk.
4. Grounds
This house is wrong.
That might be the champagne, wine, cocktails and vodka infused tea talking, but Kenzi can't shake the fact that she can feel in her bones that something is wrong with this place. She bites her tongue to keep herself from chanting protection spells and crosses her arms against her chest to stop from rubbing the talismans she has that are disguised as bracelets and rings. She's gone to the gardens behind the house and is absolutely refusing to turn around and look at the windows on the second and third floors because she can feel someone - something? - watching her.
It's nighttime...but she could swear she hears the faint sound of bees droning around flowers. And jasmine. For some reason she smells jasmine.
Two totally innocuous things are adding up to be entirely too creepy.