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undergrounds2016-02-08 01:50 pm
wolfmarked) wrote in undergrounds2016-02-08 01:50 pm
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Anklebiters (Feb open post)
Why do you care what people think?
Department store, early February
"No. No, no, no. Also no."
To say that Skip is picky is... Well. It's very accurate. But Lupercalia with a new pack isn't exactly an every day occurrence. What she does and what she wears there will get back to her father, so she actually has to put some thought into all of it. Even if she'd rather just ignore everything that happens in the middle of February.
"Purple and gold, maybe?" she says, half to herself and half to whatever poor person might be walking too close.
Try to remember how it felt
Jolly Roger, all February
On the clock, Skip has only two settings. She is either excessively friendly or incredibly short-tempered. The usual good will of her as a bartender is sorely lacking, and woe to the person who implies that anything related to her being female has any bearing on the situation. Women are given proper service with a fair amount of friendliness, but men are singled out more than usual as either targets of her rage or objects of her interest. In the bar itself and in the back room.
"'Nother round?" she asks, stopping at a customer to collect what's empty.
Fall in love with yourself
Coffee shop, mid February
February and Skip simply do not get along. She's on edge far more than usual, especially when out and about. And being out with her sketchpad, sitting at a table by the window. It's deceptively warm with the sun pouring in.
The drawing she's working on is of a skeleton, laying back against a bush. Thorns have encircled the ribs, and, in the center of his chest, there is a single rose where the heart should be.
Skip sips her coffee as she sketches in details.
The only one you've got
Simon's flat, February 17th -- closed to Simon
Lupercalia is done. Valentine's Day is over. And Skip can finally start pretending that this month doesn't exist. She still hates February, yes, but at least it's almost done.
So, after a bit of warning -- mostly to make sure they're alone -- she's at the door, holding a bottle of vodka and dressed in an blue ombre cocktail dress.
A broken mirror to reflect
North Pole, late February
Dressed in thigh-high tights and a skirt that barely covers the top of them, Skip is completely at home in the noise of the club.
Tonight, she has only one goal: not going home alone. Maybe not going home at all.
With the music pounding in her ears, she sways to the beat and moves from partner to partner on the dancefloor. The more eyes she can get on her, the better.
When she does take a break from dancing, she stays close to the bar, leaning against it and making sure her cup stays full.
Department store, early February
"No. No, no, no. Also no."
To say that Skip is picky is... Well. It's very accurate. But Lupercalia with a new pack isn't exactly an every day occurrence. What she does and what she wears there will get back to her father, so she actually has to put some thought into all of it. Even if she'd rather just ignore everything that happens in the middle of February.
"Purple and gold, maybe?" she says, half to herself and half to whatever poor person might be walking too close.
Try to remember how it felt
Jolly Roger, all February
On the clock, Skip has only two settings. She is either excessively friendly or incredibly short-tempered. The usual good will of her as a bartender is sorely lacking, and woe to the person who implies that anything related to her being female has any bearing on the situation. Women are given proper service with a fair amount of friendliness, but men are singled out more than usual as either targets of her rage or objects of her interest. In the bar itself and in the back room.
"'Nother round?" she asks, stopping at a customer to collect what's empty.
Fall in love with yourself
Coffee shop, mid February
February and Skip simply do not get along. She's on edge far more than usual, especially when out and about. And being out with her sketchpad, sitting at a table by the window. It's deceptively warm with the sun pouring in.
The drawing she's working on is of a skeleton, laying back against a bush. Thorns have encircled the ribs, and, in the center of his chest, there is a single rose where the heart should be.
Skip sips her coffee as she sketches in details.
The only one you've got
Simon's flat, February 17th -- closed to Simon
Lupercalia is done. Valentine's Day is over. And Skip can finally start pretending that this month doesn't exist. She still hates February, yes, but at least it's almost done.
So, after a bit of warning -- mostly to make sure they're alone -- she's at the door, holding a bottle of vodka and dressed in an blue ombre cocktail dress.
A broken mirror to reflect
North Pole, late February
Dressed in thigh-high tights and a skirt that barely covers the top of them, Skip is completely at home in the noise of the club.
Tonight, she has only one goal: not going home alone. Maybe not going home at all.
With the music pounding in her ears, she sways to the beat and moves from partner to partner on the dancefloor. The more eyes she can get on her, the better.
When she does take a break from dancing, she stays close to the bar, leaning against it and making sure her cup stays full.
no subject
"I was there."