#partytwice

@partytwice​ inquired:  "oooh..." her lips are turned upwards in a sly smile as she looks at miranda with half-lidded eyes, lavishly looking her up and down. though, probably not the best to mention that she's had a couple of drinks and that was the reason for her... honesty - but what did that matter? "that's a new dress, right? i like the frills, it brings out your gills, girl!" 𝔘𝔫𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔡 - Always Accepting

      As matter of fact, yes, it was a new dress. As new as any could be, when Miranda ( like so many others who had more money than they should ) tended to only wear an outfit once before retiring it - and Miri did think she looked quite cute in it. Plenty of room to show off her scales and flaunt what she had, while still being cute enough to fit Miri’s standards for what she could be seen in.

      But... That same pride faltered with Polly’s smile, that gaze tracing up and down Miranda’s figure. The fluff that came to her fins was only natural, the same with the warm heat budding upon her cheeks and turning those pink scales a darker red, the cream of her fins flushing pink. Her tail, oh so intuned to her emotions, twitched its tip, holding itself close to Miri. A shy hand -- needing something to do! -- carefully tucked a strand of hair back into place. Slit pupils going round glanced away, staring at a particular spot on the ground below.

      Wasn’t it inappropriate that Miranda wanted to hear more, to let Polly tell her more, whispered into her fins? That, by sheer suggestion, her mind now pondered Polly touching over the bare scales revealed by her dress? And, of course, the allusion to her gills just making Miranda wonder more --- Yes, Miranda reassured herself. It was quite inappropriate, since Polly was just her lovely friend, who admired Miri’s style and grace, as anyone would! What if Polly took Miranda’s compliments as suggestions of something more? That would surely be just an embarrassment waiting to happen!

      “Oh - Thank you, Polina! This one I actually did pick out myself, you know I don’t bother straining myself with such trife matters, but I thought it was so delightful that I just had to obtain it! Perhaps I should wear it more, since you think it suits me.”

@the-muses-of-cyanide inquired:  *Wink* -Polly ( @partytwice || @ghosts-just-wanna-have-fun​ || @prankmasterz )

@ghosts-just-wanna-have-fun​ let’s attack

   Personally, Riley stuck to the bar, not the club proper. Not that she couldn’t dance; she could make it work when one on one, but her way with words didn’t quite extend to body language. In her head, she’d narrowed down most of the regulars into four rough categories: previous partners, possible partners, definite no’s, and unknowns. Most of those groups more or less explained themselves, with definite no’s being those with partners and those who weren’t actually gay at this LGBTQ+ club. The unknown pile was a catch-all; people she didn’t get a good read on, people who gave off a weird vibe, and people who didn’t seem much like people at all. 

✦ = being well-dressed .

         “  —OH  POLLY  I  WAS  EXPECTING  YOU- ” 

          her voice is shortly cut off as she turned around to see the appartion suddenly drift through the wall and finally float on down to give the reanimated girl a full look of her stunning looks. HER EYES TWINKLED AS SHE CAUGHT HERSELF STARING...and stared even more! POLLY DESERVED IT...she looked. almost too incredible for words. gorgeous? HER HAIR WAS FLOWING EVER SO SOFT in the translucency of the light. but that smile? ACCENTUATED FROM THE DRESS...vicky could feel the BA-DUM...BA-DUM...her heart practically pounding of her chest (she must not have sealed her chest cavity that well!). her blush written straight on her face, she quickly hushed herself before she could finally mumble out. 

         “ —Y-YOU...  look  so  great  polly.  err...!                  I  DIDN’T  KNOW  IT  WAS  THIS  FORMAL...                        ah  jeez  i  guess  everyone’s  gonna  be  jealous  when  I’m  with  someone  so  pretty...!  ”