illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
i used to have strength, but i ran out of hope. i know it's my fault that i'm here all alone.
TAG WITH @illeana
illeana reyes
karaoke dokie [m]
POSTED ON Feb 10, 2020 4:19:34 GMT
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There's no need to be nervous, right?[break][break]
Except, she is and it's clear as day. Her hands are trembling, curling and uncurling into little fists at her sides. Her eyes are flighty, scanning repeatedly for all exits should she need to make a break for it. Realistically, this shouldn't give her so much of an issue? It's just a little karaoke date, nothing to fear, nothing to dread. God, but she's pretty sure nails on a chalkboard sound better than her singing voice. She'll be the laughing stock of Hoenn by the time the night is over... Good lord.[break][break]
Glancing toward the entrance, the woman considers downing a drink or twelve to quell her nerves. It's not a bad idea, really, but the stark reminder that she cannot hold her liquor well is cause enough for her to shoot down those thoughts as they bubble up from her anxious mind. No, she'll have to do this as the sober trainwreck she is. It doesn't help that her partner in all of this is handsome and she gets flustered just by looking at him. Nope, doesn't help her cause at all.[break][break]
Speaking of, she still hasn't seen Graham yet. Is she extremely early or is he just late? What if he doesn't show? Oh god, her first date and she'll get stood up. Okay, a drink doesn't sound so bad now... "Um," she mumbles, turning toward the expectant eyes of the bartender who has been watching her have an inner conflict for well over ten minutes now. Heat rises to her cheeks and she squirms under his gaze. "I'll, um, have a vodka pineapple?" It sounds uncertain and really, she should have ordered something different but it's her mom's favorite drink and her mind went blank under the pressure.[break][break]
And so, the dark haired woman finds herself swirling the contents of her drink around the glass a few minutes later, brushing a stray curl of hair behind her ear. By now, she's past worrying about if she'll be stood up and now, she's currently picking apart her outfit. Is it too much, too little? Too dressy or too casual? God, should she have worn higher heels? She's already pretty tall even without little kitten heels strapped around her ankles. The red skirt seemed pretty when she pulled it from her closet but now it feels tight and uncomfortable, especially in contrast to the flow-y white blouse she managed to pair it with.[break][break]
God, this might be a total disaster...
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