( while trini's willing to treat the 'no pants party' invitation as something more akin to a bad joke, kimberly has a feeling — call it a hunch — that the dress code is a little more serious than sarcastic. in any case, she comes prepared to shed layers if necessary. there's parallel strokes of lace in a shade of pink that's actually bordering on red this time peeking out from under a loose grey shirt, and once her too-short shorts are donated to the party gods, there's sure to be something matching revealed underneath.
since she's not hosting this particular shindig — thank god — kimberly's free instead to make finding her friend a priority; by the time she rounds a corner towards the wetbar in the living room, the familiar laugh that echoes out tells her she couldn't have come at a better time.
trini, obviously, is drunk. maybe not wasted, but definitely well past 'one beer while i wait' territory. moving in, kimberly loops a hand around the other girl's arm, gently pulling her away from her conversation partner. )
▸ hey girl.
since she's not hosting this particular shindig — thank god — kimberly's free instead to make finding her friend a priority; by the time she rounds a corner towards the wetbar in the living room, the familiar laugh that echoes out tells her she couldn't have come at a better time.
trini, obviously, is drunk. maybe not wasted, but definitely well past 'one beer while i wait' territory. moving in, kimberly loops a hand around the other girl's arm, gently pulling her away from her conversation partner. )
Somebody's having fun.