Dapper Flapper

Independent, full of grace, a pleasing form, a pretty face.

[sr-dapper-flapper]

sr-darling-deer:

“Oh why thank you, my dear!” the deer exclaimed. It was her makeup that really made the outfit, at least in her opinion. She liked the delicate, slightly ethereal look. “I put the pieces together for it anyway. A lot of thrift store shopping,” she admitted, leaning in as she spoke. “But you look very nice yourself,” she added, looking the other woman up and down. “That dress suits you.” 

She shook her head, still in awe of how well the other person had done their make up and pieced it all together. Overall, she thought it was stunning. “Well, you’ve done a wonderful job, really, you look amazing.” A few people had complimented her tonight and she was hardly the blushing type most of the time so the flapper took the compliment with grace. “Thank you,” she laughed, smoothing her hands over it in admiration. “I wish I could say I made it but I found it in a muggle thrift shop, to be entirely honest.”

[sr-dapper-flapper]

sr-charismatic-cowboy:

The flapper seemed nice enough. She certainly didn’t make fun of his truly awful delivery. The Cowboy chuckled at her response and he took another long sip from his flask. “Then clearly I am doing something right so far this evening. Let’s hope I can keep it up.” He smirked, offering her a wink as he ran his hand over his beard. 

“Yes, a cowboy,” he drawled, the accent thicker. Perhaps with a bit more of his alcohol, his accent would come out more. He smiled at the flapper. “And you are a flapper?” he asked, though he was sure of her costume just from its appearance. “I like it.” 

“Well, I’m always a fan of awful jokes, so you can count on them flying well with me,” the flapper smiled appreciatively. Bad jokes, puns, even the odd bit of plain awful slapstick humor were the kind of things she appreciated. “

Correct,” she twirled for impact, laughing as she stumbled out of it. “Thank you,” she paused, “I was a little worried it would have been obscured somewhat by the spell but really it just seems to have made things better.” It certainly made her admire other costumes more when she couldn’t judge them based on the wearer - not that she was often a judgmental person out of costume.

[sr-dapper-flapper]

sr-drunken-pirate:

The pirate looked behind himself, and then down, not quite believing the flapper was speaking to him. His clothing was nothing special. “How much have you had to drink tonight lass?” he asked in amusement.

She laughed bluntly at his accusation. At even the mere insinuation she couldn’t hold her drink, no matter how much she had. “No more than my usual, I just thought I’d admire the view a bit.” She smirked back at him.

[sr-dapper-flapper]

In a way, it was as if there were no walls tonight. For once people couldn’t make predetermined judgement over who they were interacting with based on the littlest of facts, because there wasn’t the slightest indication of who other people were. The flapper loved it. Loved this opportunity to speak to people without barriers, though of course it could be risky too. One would have to be careful.

Not that this stopped her from complimenting almost everyone in her sights. "That really is the loveliest outfit,” there was a hint of wistfulness to her words as she gushed over someone’s outfit. So many people had outdone themselves and she was just in such admiration. “Did you make it yourself? It looks so stunning on you!”

[sr-charismatic-cowboy]

The Cowboy walked into the masquerade with a jovial smile on his face. He ran his hand along his jawline, his fingers catching on the beard he’d grown especially for this event. Not that it mattered now. Though he supposed he shouldn’t be so upset about it for it wasn’t as if he got out enough anyway. He might as well have some fun this evening. The line at the bar was not one he wanted to traverse at this time and he pulled a flask out of his flannel pocket, opening it and taking a sip. “Two men walk into a bar,” he began, speaking to the person beside him. “Only to get there and realize they’ve no idea who the other is.” The Cowboy cringed. 

“Sorry, that was an awful joke,” he laughed. “Sounded better in my head.”

[sr-dapper-flapper]

The place was truly a marvel tonight, the effort that had gone into the spells of tonight fascinated the flapper to no end. Of course she herself would never be able to achieve something so masterful, but it didn’t matter tonight as the spells had been cast on her. The person beside her muttered a joke and it took a moment to register she was being spoken to,  but she grinned as she listened. “No, I liked it,” the flapper gave a snort of laughter, shaking her head at the stranger in front of her. That’s if he was a stranger, he may have been a friend, a lover, anything. She had no clue. But the mystery made it all the more fun. “Made me laugh.” 

“Cowboy... right?” she questioned. The flapper was sure she was right, but her eyebrow raised in question anyway. “It’s cute!”

[cadetstilly]