Private I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo

A Friday evening off for a surgeon was like finding a unicorn in the narrow reality. Weekends free from being elbow deep in some creature’s rib cage were few and far between, and for Connie, the opportunity didn’t usually amount to much. Most of her days off were spent pants-free and in front of the TV, usually accompanied by pirated clown soap operas and bubblegum ice cream.

But tonight, she decided to shake things up. There were a few joints she had been meaning to check out, as if to make up for the years she wasted in her twenties burying her nose in books. She was still young…. ish. So she probably still had it in her to hit up the town and visit a club or two.

She sat at the bar of one of the most popular clubs on the island, and it was indeed bustling. She had ordered a daiquiri, the kind that was more sugar than alcohol. Connie didn’t drink often anyway, considering hard liquor might as well have been poison to someone who grew up on a birthday cake diet. But a fruity girly drink was enough to get the job done. And by job, she meant actually having the courage to put herself out there.

She downed some of her drink unceremoniously, swiveling in place on her bar stool. She was wearing an actually cute outfit for once- a body on dress that managed to be one of the few nice things she had that didn’t get ruined by blood. Out of the corner of her eye she could see people dancing, groups of young women out on a girls night, and freshly created matchups possibly about to get lucky. She sighed. Why did she feel so… different?

@Kada
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As the current song faded to silence, Connie stared wistfully into her drink as her mind went to the sound of people in the background. The same group of young women trying to wrangle their posse for a selfie, a man that couldn’t take a hint from a clearly disinterested single woman, and the sound of cheering. It was the normal indistinguishable fanfare she was used to from rowdy crowds growing up. But something in particular caught her attention, which was the sound of an old timey car horn that could only originate from one person.

She swiveled in her bar stool, looking over to see Chiffon. Instinctively, she could feel a pink blush splatter across her cheeks as she looked at the mime under the dancefloors bright lights. She looked so different in her bright clothes, using her gifts to wow the crowd. Connie nervously took a sip of her drink. She was absolutely radiant, and Connie was scared to dull her shine in this moment.

Rather than approach her, Connie waited for their eyes to meet in the lapse between songs. She waved with a sheepish smile, taking it slow to get her attention.​

When Chiffon approached her, Connie noticed that her usual bounciness was more fluid than normal. It was almost mesmerizing watching her move, and now more so than ever. But as she got closer, she could see that her demeanor was shifted due to the power of alcohol. She chuckled to herself, knowing that one way or another this encounter would be memorable.

”Evening Chiffon. And yeah, I’m surprised I ended up here myself.” She took another sip of her drink, swishing it absently in her hand. “I figured I’d take advantage of the nightlife. They’ve started moving me to morning shifts and I actually have more free time now.”. She looked to her, a bit shorter on the count of sitting at the barstool. ”What about you? You look like you’re having fun.” She remarked.
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