D&D - The Gang Goes Partying
I like cataloging things that I actually more or less finished, so I’m posting this here too. Super short, 390 words, with help from @villnis and @dalish-farther-roam‘s characters. (Sarula is also there, but in the back somewhere probably ignoring these idiots because she’s actually excited.)
Aly stepped away from the mirror with a scowl, tugging fruitlessly on the hem of their jacket to keep it from riding up. Amon stood a few feet away, turning to try and catch a good angle of himself in the mirror. Finding none, he stepped back and sagged into a chair.
“As do I,” he said with a helpless sigh. “I believe the feeling is mutual.”
“Hmph. You lot speak for yourselves.”
They both turned as the curtain that had been run through the middle of the room was tugged aside, and Val stepped out. She was barely dressed, clad only in her shirt, which was tucked neatly into the high waist of her dark trousers, and her stockings, pulled up to the knees. The coat, slate-grey half cape and hat that Kate had insisted made the outfit just a touch more formal were nowhere to be seen.
“Now this is the most important bit, lads,” she said, speaking with the air of a school teacher as she made a flourishing gesture over herself. “The lover you bed tonight is gonna remember you half-undone, not all tucked and pinned in place. You ought to make that picture a pretty one.”
They snickered as she struck a dramatic pose, the ruffles of her shirt sleeves fluttering delicately as she rested one hand on her hip, the other behind the thick plait of her braided hair. The truth of the matter was that she did cut a nice figure in her alternating stark white and velvet black, but she couldn’t seem to take herself seriously enough to make it striking.
“You are intending to meet someone tonight, then?” Amon asked, his smile somewhere between startled and wry. Val let her hands drop down to her sides again and shrugged.
“Sure,” she said. “Can’t get out of this rig alone, anyway. Might as well bring someone down to help.” Then she paused, and her grin returned two fold. “Unless anyone here would like to volunteer their services to - ”
“Pass,” Aly interrupted before she got the words out. Val visibly deflated.
“Not even to help me change?” They shook their head, obviously stifling a grin, and Val sagged dramatically onto the arm of the chair Amon was seated in with a heavy sigh. “And here I thought we were friends.”
