Osmé stands at the bar counter, leaned up against it as she sips her drink.
She finally got the energy to put something into her appearance, having fixed her hair. The coily, muted ginger strands are down above her shoulders and a patch of bangs to her left temple a blinding white color, separated from the rest of the ginger.
Meanwhile, she painted her face in gold moth eyeliner.
A slight frown at the smudge on the glass.
Pale blue eyes rove over the crowd of joys— both drunk and sober— with an almost calculating deliberateness. Not directed towards them necessarily, just in general.
Black ornamental snake tattoos—now dusted with gold and silver body glitter— symmetrical on each collarbone, that slither down her outer arms to her elbows.
In fact— she's practically dusted herself in body glitter.
You can see it from the slit in the thigh on her dark green silken dress that's clinging to her.
All the way down to the edge of her calf-high platform boots
Unhidable under the colored lights of the bar.
Her black walking cane is leaned against her side. It looks like she's weighing the idea of going out to the dance floor. Trying to figure out how far she can get away from her mind tonight.
She's not noticing that a joy has spotted her yet.
Beneath the flashing neon bathing the dance floor like sun rays filtering through stained glass, a girl loses herself in the bass thrumming through the floor. She dances loosely, her own pink and silver sun skin making her shine like morning dew.
She's in a pink cropped halter top with a bat-shaped black decal on the front lined with rhinestones, an equally black and shiny miniskirt hugging her hips. Little lacy frills at the edge of the skirt flap and twirl as she spins. Her legs are adorned in nearly vampiric black lacy tights, mostly covered by fluffy knee-high black legwarmers over tall black platform boots. A similarly patterned lace top to the tights stretches down her arms, her fingers poking through the ends covered in black and silver rings of all sorts.
Her hair is short, maybe a half-inch above her shoulders, and a good amount of it is tied in a pair of cute little buns. The black strands are messy and equally glittery, her blunt-cut bangs the only thing standing the test of time. They are loaded with a carcinogenic amount of hairspray.
As for her makeup, her eyeliner is drawn like little bat wings, black lipstick accompanying the nearly pastel gothic kind of vibe she's got going on. To top it all off, chunky pink star earrings hang from. her ears.
There's this moment between the songs where she gets to pause, get a breath, and contemplate another drink. However, when her eyes draw to the bar, she doesn't focus on the array of bottles behind the counter for once. Instead, her eyes draw to a stranger, doused in gold and perfectly enveloped by a gorgeous green dress. She runs a hand through her hair and smartens up as much as a girl five drinks deep and working on a sixth can.
She walks up to the bar, hands landing just a little harder than intended on the edge of the counter. Through wispy giggles, she gets herself some more liquid courage and plants herself a couple feet beside this absolutely radiant 'joy. She sneaks glances, sipping at her drink slowly.
