2025-02-19 - Cocktails and Chatter

It is one of those nights where there are a mix of people at the club. Artemisia is dressed in a sequined blue minidress that she keeps up on her slim figure through hopes and tape. Her dark eyes are dramatically smoked, but she's left her lip pale and pink even as it leaves glitter on the cocktail glass she sips at. "I don't love these nights. They make me feel old," she complains to her drinking (and dancing) partner.

Ravin is in full drag for the night, because if one is going to go out, one might as well go all out. They have a purple metallic wig and a slinky, velvet dress in peacock blue. Their make-up is fierce, echoing the purples and blues and greens and their earrings are glittery peacock feather eyes. "Honey, while you are only as old as you feel, you are keeping up just fine. Also, I think that guy over there in the red shirt is checking out your ass." They sip at their own drink as they look around the club.

"Which one?" Artemisia is not subtle as she leaaaaans to catch a look at the guy and almost falls out of her seat. SQUEAK! There's a fluff of blonde curls as she slips forward.

Ravin puts out a hand to catch her. "Okay, we really need to work on how to do subtle looks. But the guy standing by the palm tree." Said guy is now looking a little embarrassed at having been caught and is looking away.

"Oh!" Artemisia brightens. "He's cute." She props herself back upright and fluff-fluffs her hair. She winks at him and he turns red. The girl has the subtly of a rock through the window. "Are you sure he's not looking at you? You're looking like a freshly minted Mackie."

Ravin snorts and glances much more subtly towards the guy. "Absolutely certain. I don't think I'm his type, but thank you. I love this dress."

"It's fantastic," Artemisia sighs. "I wish I had your dashing taste. You glitter in every room. Did anyone every tell you that?"

Ravin grins at Artemisia. "Not in that particular way. I like it. And you have your own taste which suits you admirably. You're adorable, though I know some people don't like being called that, but you are. And there are a lot of guys who would absolutely take that over the fabulousness that I am. They find it intimidating, I think. OR are just wired differently." They drop their voice and whisper "Or just don't like dick, which is fine. Non gustibus disputandem."

"Glitter. Dazzle." Artemisia quibbles over words for a minute, pursing her lips. "Nope. It's glitter. It's definitely glitter." She taps a painted pink nail against her glass. "Glitterati," she declares Ravin with a toast of her drink, lifting the glass elegantly. "I wish-" She pauses as she considers. "I think I'd like to be glamorous sometime. I don't mind being cute generally. Adorable, eve." She raises a brow. "They're missing out."

Ravin laughs. "I may have been attacked by a craft store as a child and once that's happened, you're never getting rid of the glitter no matter how hard you try." And indeed, they are wearing glitter on their temples and in their lipstick and on their nails. They take a sip of their drink, then spread their hands. "I would tend to agree, though I can be happy without, but people like what they like."

"I was personally attacked by a piano, so I understand this. Also possibly a spool of ribbon," the blonde admits with a crinkle of her nose. It's swiftly followed by a giggle. Girlish and bright. "I can go either way. Girls. Boys. Shit, that reminds me I need to plan a date."

Ravin smiles warmly at Artemisia and nods. "I figure with a little creativity we can always find some way to amuse ourselves with each other, no matter the parts." They raise an eyebrow. "A date with whom? Dish, please."

"So..." Artemisia folds her hands daintily on the table, "Hawthorne bought my date. I hit him with like twenty questions about what he'd like to do."

Ravin ahhhhs. "I don't think I've met Hawthorne. What's he like?"

"Tall. Handsome. Kinda quiet and reserved," Artemisia says thoughtfully. Her fingers creep up the tabletop like piano keys as she considers. "He's part of groundskeeping. Real good with plants."

Ravin smiles. "So is this just going to be a hangout or a real date? I didn't manage to win any of the dates I bid on, more's the pity, though I am reminded that I need to give a couple of people calls."

"Oooh. You meet some good ones?" Artemisia bites her lip. "Is it weird if an auction date is like a real date?"

Ravin laughs. "Well, Neville Chesterfield offered to talk theater with me. So... I don't know if we'll count that as a date, but my inner fangirl is definitely swooning." Then they consider the question seriously for a bit. "Not if you both want it to be. The only real problem is if one of you wants it to be an actual date and one wants it to be a hangout. And the one who wants the date doesn't know that and accept that it's just a hang if you don't both agree."

Artemisia giggles a little. "I don't think I've met him, but he sounds important with a name like that." Humming softly, her fingers continue to crawl scales on the table top, stopping here the high key would be, pinky extended as if she about to play a chord. "I dunno. We hung out the other night and it was fun. So I guess - I'll just let things go as they will. Boys are harder to read than girls." Woe.

Ravin chuckles. "Currently he plays the evil duke over in the Arena of Champions. Previously, he was on a couple of my favorite shows and he also did a truly impressive Shakespeare turn for a while."

"Oh!" Artemisia lights up and points at Ravin as comprehension hits her. "Oh, I've seen that. He's fantastic!"

Ravin sighs happily. "He very much is. I need to remember to touch base with him. And with Jack."

"Jack is fantastic," Artemisia enthuses, lifting her drink for a sip. "We play together at the Spookeasy."

Ravin laughs. "Yes, he was threatening to kidnap me for a set some night as a guest appearance."

"Oh! That would be so fun!" Artemisia responds with a delighted clap of her hands. "I am going to be playing in my Boo'edwalk persona. The dark lady. She's a ghost that shows up to play the pianos."

Ravin grins. "Excellent. I'll have to find something spooky to wear."

"Have you seen costuming? It's ripe with options for horrifying dress up." There's a glitter to Artemisia's eyes as she says this. She may have been shooed out of wardrobe a few times for playing dress up. "They'll do up your makeup to so that it fits whatever roll that you want to play."

Ravin laughs. "We have a sort of separate costuming section for the amphitheater, so not really. I'll have to go make big eyes at them."

Artemisia nods solemnly. "I have found they are very susceptible to big eyes. I get to play a lot of dress up for my various rolls around the park, but I think the dark lady might be my favorite. It's so different from what I normally do."

Ravin nods. "I can see that. It's true when I think of you 'dark' is not an adjective that comes to mind."

There's a laugh for that. "I can't say I own much black," Artemisia admits with a pink twinkle in her dark eyes. "You're more of a jewel tone - aren't you?"

Ravin nods. "Lots of jewel tones, some black, though mostly with a bit of shine or sparkle to it."

"Peacock," Artemisia teases fondly. "I mean that in the best of ways. Maybe you can be a ghost of the musical past to haunt the Spookeasy."

Ravin snorts and sets their peacock feather earrings to swinging. "I have never denied it. And that could definitely be cool."

"You could pick your era and-" Artemisia flushes. "Sorry. Am I getting too excited about this? But the idea of matching your era to your performance would be so cool."

Ravin laughs. "Not getting to excited for me. I love this kind of thing. And, yes, we'd have to figure out what era we were working from. Probably either the twenties or the fourties.

"Both excellent selections," Artemisia says with a nod. "And fluttry dresses or fabulous suits depending on how you wanna go."

Ravin grins. "For that, most likely suits. But I'm sure we can manage a particularly snazzy, yet era appropriate one."

"Well, beauty of a theme park is that they don't expect historical levels of accuracy," Artemisia points out with a tip of her head. "You could blend styles a bit." Considering it, she adds, "Hats are underrated for decoration. I got them to add a veil to mine for the dark lady for extra spooky."

Ravin laughs. "I shall consult with costuming and we'll find something cool." And then they finish their drink. "Okay. back to dancing?"