multiversallogs | ( i am at one with a sea of sensations, glitter, silk, skin, eyes, mouths, desire )

Who: Ilde Decima, Jules Grumley, Hasi Ozcelik
What: Girls Night Out
Where: Hasi's apartment, then Gutters.
When: The same evening as this and this.
Notes: part of an episodic story arc! Also, OUTFIT REFERENCE, because you all care as much as we do.
Warnings: Incidental violence, frank discussion of sexual situations. Ding me if I've missed something.

Ilde leaves Ivan's flat shortly after texting Jules, leaving a note behind (out for the evening, call you later) and heading back to the villa to change into something that doesn't say 'I sat around my boyfriend's apartment painting my toenails all evening'. (Is it really necessary to leave her perfume on everything he owns? Likely not.) It's a while before she's expecting Jules, which leaves her time for all the parts of evening preparation that she isn't going to handle with illusion (cuts her make up budget by about two thirds, that); large parts of this involve pushing Orion off the end of her bed before he can sit on the dress she just took off and trying not to speculate about exactly what's going on with Hasi and Mitchell.

She's aware (has long been aware) that she's not exactly ideal to be anyone else's sounding board or anything like emotional support, but at least she can provide alcohol, diversions and in at least the figurative sense a sympathetic ear. Maybe if it's like gifts, the thought that counts, it'll be something just that she tries. The sentiment feels too Disney to solidify and she discards it along with something feather-trimmed and probably too much for clubbing; they'll have a few drinks and do something stupid (there are tunnels deeper into Gutters that she hasn't seen the inside of and would like to) and it'll be fine.

Jules, who she gives a quick opportunity to pick through her shoe collection before they leave for Hasi's, is probably right to be slightly concerned. All things considered.

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The shoes are nice. They're very nice, actually, and Jules may or may not be distracting herself from the kind of bar they are visiting so casually, or the myriad of other thoughts that like to bombard her constantly, by focusing on just how nice these shoes are. It's a heathy tactic, honestly. She's sure no one could speak against it. She's admiring them, still, as they walk, occasionally realising she's distracted and having to speed up her pace a little.

"Your place is charming, by the way." Much nicer than Jules, which is currently more akin to a glorified cardboard box, small and pokey. She feels rather apathetic towards living arrangements, at the moment, has been busy starting to venture into the fog. Finding a place comfortable and homelike reminds her too much of things she doesn't have anymore, so she almost prefers the discomfort. The fact that Ilde had a cat made it much more bearable - even if Jules stayed far enough away to avoid an attack of allergies.

And she clears her throat. Just slightly awkward, yes, but she keeps trotting along until they get to Hasi's - where she very enthusiastically knocks on the door. Such enthusiasm!

It's awkward enthusiasm, yeah.

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