Yes, this was the perfect outfit for going out to dinner for Allyâs birthday. Quentin smiled as she put on the pencil skirt that Ally had gotten her - it was only fitting that the first time she wore it be for Allyâs birthday, right? She didnât really get why it was leather of all materials, but that was beside the point. Nice underwear was put on - bought specially for this occasion. And then the skirt and nice blouse (blue, to go with her eyes) were put on. And her glasses because they were going to be reading menus...perfect.
...she looked like a fucking librarian.Â
Whatever. Quentin could rock that.
She pulled her hair back and grabbed her heels. âOkay, sorry, Iâm ready now!â
The plan was to go out to dinner and then have all sorts of fun. Bedroom fun.
Wait, they were both staring.
âIs this too much? Or is it too librarian? I can go change if need be...â
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Quentin was lagging behind in her mission prep - her hair had gotten stuck in the clasp of her bra and sheâd spent a good amount of time freeing herself from the damn torture device.Â
âSorry Nel, technical difficulties.â She glanced over her shoulder when Nel brought up the kittens, cheeks flushing slightly. âYeah, theyâre kittens. Theyâre comfy...â
Depending on outfit, she might not be able to wear them, though...
She grabbed the push-up bra and slipped it on.
âHelp me pick out my outfit? Iâm stuck on what to wear.â
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Quentin usually wasnât shy about going to clubs. But this was her first time going out with Nel and Ally and wellâŚmaybe she was feeling a little self-conscious about the outfit that Ally had picked for her. She wasnât unused to miniskirts, but this one was shorter than any of the ones sheâd ever worn. And the halter top was showing off her small amount of cleavage. And it was leather. Quentin shifted a little, eyes drifting over to Nel and Ally.  Ally was dressed to the nines, in a pair of leather booty shorts, a nice burgundy halter top, and heeled boots. And Nel looked great in a pair of tight fitting pants and a loose tank top â her bra was visible under it. They both looked amazing.
They chattered on the way over to the club, the line blissfully short. The atmosphere in the club was a bit stifling. The overhead lighting was magenta, casting everyone in a lovely shade of rose. The music was loud, pulsing. A heartbeat running through the club.
Ally tugged Quentin and Nel over to the bar, insisting that she was buying them a round of drinks. She was grateful for the liquid courage, enjoying the fruity beverage that sheâd gotten. It was always a dice roll when she asked other bartenders to âsurprise herâ. She often wound up with panty peeler drinks. This probably qualified too, it was cloyingly sweet, which probably meant it was almost entirely alcohol.
âCome on, letâs danceâŚâ Ally grabbed Quentinâs hand and started pulling her to the extremely packed dance floor.
âAlly, I canât dance, Iâm bad at dancing!â
Quentin started to protest some more, but Nel took her other hand and tugged her along. She wasnât much of a dancer; sheâd always thought she was a bit too skinny and gangly to be good at dancing. She might have rhythm, but it just looked weird when she danced. That and there were so many people that she just felt awkward.
âQ honey, youâre looking a bit freaked out.â Nelâs words ghosted against her cheek.
âJust a lot of people.â She edged away from a guy that had made a grab at her. âA little overwhelming.â
Ally frowned. âWeâll keep you close, sweetie.â
Before she really realized what was going on, Quentin was comfortably sandwiched between the two taller women. Nel pressed to her back and Ally close to her chest. One of Nelâs hands was resting on Quentinâs hip, the other was reaching across to Allyâs leather-clad one. Between the two ladies, Quentin felt a bit more at ease, save for the butterflies floating around in her stomach. They moved as one, bodies pressing closer together.
âSee? You dance just fineâŚâ Allyâs voice was soft against her ear.
Quentin giggled and pulled Ally in closer, arms around the other womanâs waist. She leaned back against Nel, a smile across her face. This was perfect.