naive.

Emily quirked a brow in response to the woman’s openness. She certainly hadn’t been expecting to hear that when she started to speak. “Maybe you can find band-aids? That might help,” she offered, having used that as a solution herself in the past. “I’m sure there’s a first-aid kit around here somewhere. Most places are legally required to have one.” 

“Places are legally required to have first aid kits? If you help me find it, I’ll owe you big time. My required items in my purse are an extra pair of underwear, chapstick, a comb, pepper spray, a bag of M&Ms, and a punch card to the local froyo shop.”

Elain giggled as the other curtsied. She repeated the gesture. “I suppose I should take the lead.” She smiled. “Didn’t they teach you to follow in your princess classes.” She joked, taking the brunette’s hand, leading her to the dance floor. Laryssa calling her love only made the blush creep up her cheeks more.

Laryssa blushed a little at the mention of her royalty. It wasn’t something she usually discussed with Elain, because with her she was always just able to be normal. “You already know I don’t know how to listen--so those classes were useless anyway.” Then she smiled. “But if you lead, I’ll follow.”

“Ouch, yeah, stuff away darling. I can’t imagine that feels too great.” She makes a face thinking of the irritation is enough to make herself uncomfortable. “Mm.” she looks down to her own dress. “Comfort is always a go to of mine. I contemplated wearing a suit just for the paint. Sadly though I do not own a suit.” 

“Damn, I wish I was tall enough to pull off a powersuit--I think it would make my butt look better too.” Laryssa paused for a brief moment. “It kinda makes you think... just why we had to get all dressed up for this occasion.”

Diego threw his hands up in a mock surrender “hey man, you do you. No judgement here.” He said with a smile before shrugging his shoulders, “I just thought you’d try to pinch some extra shrimp or something, not the napkins.” He took a sip from the drink in his hand as he teased her. Instantly worrying he may have joked too much.

“That’s actually not a bad idea...” she mused, eyeing the food table. “If I’m gonna make the most out of this night, might as well take a bunch of food home.” How very Filipino of her. “Whaddya say? Wanna be my partner in crime? We’ll split halfsies.”

evie had meant to let her gaze bounce from person to person, truly. but distraction won over when she saw laryssa with napkin in hand and halfway down the front of her dress. she blinked from the distraction at the sound of laryssa’s voice and she nodded. “right, you’re right. that’s one hundred percent what it looked like.”

laryssa sneered at the comment, before facing the person completely. one hand on her hip and her weight jutted to one side. “it wouldn’t hurt if you gave it a try. it’ll actually be an improvement.”

the mask didn’t do much at that point. as ashamed as he was, ian had already er — studied the girl’s physique previously, so she was hard to miss. he gulped down his flute of champagne. “i’m sure you’d never do that, gorgeous. is it working, at least?”

oof, she would recognize those biceps anywhere. and what she would do just to squeeze them. “actually, i’d feel a lot more comfortable without having this dress on at all.”

Charlie’s initial thought was that the woman may be stuffing, but quickly pushed the thought back. That didn’t leave her much explanation though. Thankfully one was offered once she was noticed watching the scene before her. “and napkins are gonna help with that?” 

“Don’t you think so? Like napkins aren’t as nearly as itchy as the mesh material inside of this dress, right? That’s what I get for choosing a dress that requires going braless.” Laryssa took a look at the other’s dress. “You can wear a bra with yours--you’re pretty damn lucky.”

I really do. Elain thought at her best friend’s words. Their hands intertwined only made the blonde blush. “You know, I never really had a good time at prom.” She admitted. Though she had loved her boyfriend at the time, he was never much of a dancer. They spent most of their time seated at a table doing nothing. “Well, your mom has good taste.” She smiled brightly at the brunette. She took in the other’s looks, stunned by how Laryssa could look so pretty. “Then will you do me the honor?”

No matter what, Laryssa was never impressed by Elain’s ex, simply because she knew he couldn’t fulfill her wants and needs. She deserved someone that pushed her out of her comfort zone, and someone to go on adventures with. Laryssa curtsied. “The honor will be all mine.” She lightly tugged on her best friend’s hand and led her out to the dance floor. The traditional steps for ballroom dancing were different from this situation, but Laryssa wanted to make the best out of it. “Do you want to lead or should I, love?”

Elain never felt comfortable in long dresses. She had worn three in her life. Two to proms, and one on her wedding day. All three she had been with her ex-fiance, but she was going to this ball with someone she loved. She really loved. Her dress grazed the stairs of the entrance as she walked in. It was a tripping hazard, but at least she wasn’t in heels. She stepped onto the dance floor, her arms crossed over the cleavage revealing part of her dress. “Why did I come to this?”

“Because you loooove me,” Laryssa sung, grabbing Elain’s hand and swinging it between them. “And it’s been a while since we danced like this together. It’s, like, time for us to make some new memories. Plus, momma sent this dress from the island, and what kind of princess would I be if I didn’t show up to a ball?” She stepped back to take in her best friend’s formal attire--she really did look so breathtaking. “You look so beautiful, ‘Lain. Anyone in this ballroom would be so lucky to dance with you.”

she blew out a soft sigh, with lips pursed, browsing through a rack of t-shirts idly considering she hadn’t been looking for anything too specific, more like she’d just been in here to kill time. feeling the tap, she turned to see the other female open robe, and show off the pieces of lingerie she needed help choosing. almond eyes grew slightly wide, aylin certainly hadn’t been expecting that. ❝ uhm — i mean both definitely, look nice, but i’d say the coral, it compliments you a little more than the lavender. ❞

“but what about how it looks? do i look sexy enough to seduce a guy that’s almost twice my age? and it’s not what you think: i don’t want a sugar daddy. i simply just want to have a good time.”

It was safe to say Jude didn’t even want to be there, as she begrudgingly browsed the racks and racks of overpriced clothes, trying to find something to wear to dinner with her sister. Her secret was out, and yet, she still found herself defaulting to covering up the tattoo on her arm around her family. Instead of finding a shirt that would do what she needed it to, she was confronted by a woman who promptly exposed herself in a way Jude was fully not prepared for and she managed to choke on the sip of iced coffee she had just taken, making a completely fool of herself as she spluttered for a moment. “I- uh-,” Jude cleared her throat, a light blush coating the backs of her ears. Get it together, you see more skin than this on the daily. “The lavender. For sure.”

Laryssa smirked at the other’s reaction--it was one she would accept and be proud of. The sight of flushed cheeks and the sound of the shortness of breath almost directly fueled her confidence, so she decided to take it a step further. “What about the fit? You don’t think it’s too small? Although, I wouldn’t mind if the bra pushed my boobs up a little more.”