undergrounds | if you hear any noise it ain't the boys [lady's night!]

A Nancy's actually just in a pair of jeans and a hoodie when she knocks on Lydia's door. She's got a bag filled with all sorts of necessities- makeup, a dress to wear out tonight, some killer heels. Oh, and of course, she's got booze. plenty of booze, because that's just what Lydia wanted. A pre-party. And even if Rhapsody in Red was pretty chill, who was she to say no to some drinks with a new friend before a night out?

"Lydia! Hey, love! How are you?" She coos, moving in for a hug when the door is answered. "I hope you don't mind, I figured I'd just get ready here. Cooper was in the shower." And as much as she loved a naked boyfriend, it was pretty distracting when you were trying to do your eyeliner and the mirror kept fogging up.

B Nancy had already sent a text to Caroline, to let her know the plan, and that she was supposed to join them after her shift for a few drinks. The message was passed along to Allison, as well. The more the merrier, Nancy figured, and all these lovely ladies should probably get to know one-another. They were young, pretty girls in a big city, and most of them were relatively new to London.

Upon arriving at the lounge, Nancy claimed them a table with a good view of the stage so they could watch Caroline, and straight-shot to the bar. Though she and Lydia had already had plenty to drink, and Nancy had her never-ending flask in her bag, she didn't know how far along anyone else would be. Plus, drinks. Just, drinks.

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"Definitely!" Lydia heads for the kitchen counter, to pour a vodka mix for Nancy. Her measurements are generous, designed for people to get drunk quick. She gestures to the beaten couch against one wall.
"Make yourself at home!"

She takes Nancy's bag, wrinking her nose as she sorts through the clothes. They're trashy: they make her own knee length dress look practically like a nun's habit.

"Is this the - uh - fashion - in London?" She asks doubtfully.

"Perfect." When the drink is given, she takes it and moves to perch on the couch. It's comfy, she immediately decides, and she likes it.

Settling down, she watches Lydia go through her clothes. She tosses her hair back, laughing as Lydia holds up a rather gaudy gold sequined top. "They're older," is her excuse, "haven't been going out much lately. I hope you've got something better, now that I'm looking. But there are a few decent things in there."

She really doesn't want to explain what exactly her clothes are from. That isn't part of her life right now, and her new friends don't need to know she was one upon a time a prostitute. Caroline knew, all her friends from before her pardon.

"Uh-hu..." Lydia searches through the bag until she comes up with a pretty dress, longer than the others and in a deep plum.
"I like this one. So pretty! And it'd go amazing with your hair. Do you get that - my mum was constantly stuffing me in green because I've always been totally ginger - and it's just not as good as some of the other colours. Like, hello! I'm not a frigging tree!" She chuckles as she sips on her drink.
"Go on, wear it! I've got some necklaces and shit you can borrow if you like? Me and my sisters borrow all the time."
Lydia just very rarely gives it back.

"So you went through the trashy stage?" She grins over at Nancy as she pulls out another skin tight, short dress.
"I would die to put this on, just to see my mother's face. She'd have a fit! She thinks showing ankle is flirting too much."

"oh, wow," Nancy breathes at the dress in front of her. It's stunning- she's never been much for purples but she can't help but be drawn to this one. "Yeah- never my mum but others, yeah- no that dress is beautiful. D'you think it'll fit?" Nancy looks down at herself and the dress. They can make it work.

"Yeah, something like it." A wave of insecurity washes over her as she looks at the way Lydia examines her clothes. Her ball gowns had been costume satin and polyester, unless they'd been a gift from a client, as was often the case, but the dresses and clothes she brought were clearly for street-wear. They were trashy, as Lydia had said. She had been trashy. She had considered herself a step away from that but... Trashy had paid the bills.

She wants to rip the dress from Lydia's hands but instead force a smile: "put it on! Send her a pic- what's the harm, yeah? it's just dress-up." Maybe she wouldn't think it was all bad then.

"Really? I can try it on?" Lydia, as self-absorbed as she is, hasn't even noticed Nancy's discomfort.
"Eee! You're the best!" She beams at her new best friend. "The lads in the boarding school would have gone wild for this! I wish i'd known you last year, Nancy. We coulda had so much fun with them!" Kitty, her dear sister, was okay, but if Nancy's clothes were anything to judge by, Kitty was a total wet blanket.

"Are you getting changed? You can use my room if you don't wanna risk my flatmates walking in on you. You're gonna look hot!"

It's helpful, in a way, that Lydia is on to the next thing, excited about trying on this trashy dress. She nods. "of course- I said you could try anything." She looks at the plum dress. "yeah, maybe- me and all my trashy clothes." She was still sour about the word.

"yeah, that'd be great." She waited until Lydia pointed out which room was hers, and then Nancy was in and out in just a few minutes.

"So? how do I look?" she gave a small twirl to show off.

"Oh..." Nancy's tone makes her glance over and for a fraction of a second, a frown passes across her face. What's bitten her?
But then Nancy's gone, and Lydia wiggles out of her own expensive dress and into Nancy's cheaper one. It clings, but Lydia's more angular than Nancy, and somehow she seems to make it look worse than it actually is. Her long legs are made to look more pale than ever, and the flat pumps she had on with the other dress just look a bit silly.

Lydia laughs though. "I look a fright!" But she looks properly at Nancy then, and her smile becomes genuine.

"You look stunning. Maybe too stunning. We don't want the boys lavishing their attention on the wrong girl."
And there's a tiny stab of jealousy mingled in there. She wants to be the belle of this ball.

"Lydia, no you don't-" Nancy already goes to say. Lydia didn't look a fright, she looked just fine. Perhaps it wasn't the best sort of style on her, but it didn't look bad. However, as Lydia pushes along, Nancy follows.

"Thank you- I'll wear something else, if you like. I don't want to take away any attention from you. After all, I'm not on the market. Just consider me your wing-woman."

if you hear any noise it ain't the boys [lady's night!]

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