[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - En route to the Sinclair Party

[Jennie Teakle]

>> The Temple of the five Dragons
>> Chinatown
>>
>> Christine, Aurora
>> Orphan, Dreamspeaker
> "Party?"  Aurora asks, as she opens the door.  She'd obviously been
> exercising, or meditating, or something, she blushed when she realized
> she was just in shorts and a sports bra.  How old was she really?  She
> calms herself quickly, however.
>
> "Cool!"


"It's a y'know, Uptown do. Posh frocks and rich types." Christine  
shrugs apologetically, "Sorry. Not my idea of a party really  
but . . ." Her gaze wanders to a corner of Aurora's small room where  
there is a simple wardrobe.  A thoroughly fabulous gown hangs on its  
door. It is a 20's style dress, a sleeveless shift in ivory silk,  
lavishly embroidered with sprays of black silk and jet bead flowers.  
It is gorgeous and obviously original, not repro. Christine drifts  
toward it.

"You should wear this," Christine murmurs, reaching out tentative  
fingers to stroke the heavy, cool, silk. She pulls her hand away,  
though, before her fingertips touch the fabric. She is close enough  
to breathe in the faint, sweet, unplaceable scent that still clings  
to the gown's elegant folds. It is like it has stepped through a  
mirror, out of its own time and into this.

Christine turns toward  Aurora but somehow manages to avoid looking  
directly into her eyes. "I know it's a bit  . . . weird but I really  
think this gown needs a night out. You game?"


tag Aurora
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