closed starter for elliot wray ( @elliotwray ) -> sharky's halloween party
Lately, Bernie's been priding herself on her ability to move forward. A failed marriage and a rocky start to a business could've been disaster, but Bernie had picked herself up, dusted herself off, and blossomed into a better version of herself than she could've ever imagined. She's left the past well-enough alone, allowed herself the room to grow. She doesn't need to go back to old habits (though she'll keep a pack of smokes in her purse until the day she dies) and she definitely doesn't need to return to the person she was when she was making mistake after mistake after mistake.
And yet... And yet she's at Sharky's, dolled up and glamourous in the most outwardly sexy (and revealing) outfit she's worn in public since college. Her shorts are riding up her ass, ostensibly in a sexy way, from what Mia said in the changing rooms, and her modest chest is hugged by a sparkly corset that will definitely give her underarms a friction rash if she's not careful with her golden jacket. She looks hot, in her own words, and slutty, in her mother's.
(The version of her mother that lives in her head, of course - she'd never ever ever show Yon any of her outfits, revealing or not, for fear of the five minute rant she'd incur.)
Elliot is somewhere, probably. Bernie's doing her best at pretending she's not actively seeking her out, playing it cool by the bar and nursing a too-strong themed cocktail given to her by a bartender with a disgusting little mustache. She leans against the bartop, taking up valuable space for the hundreds of sweaty, costumed freaks, and scans the crowd, waiting for someone she shouldn't be pursuing anyway.
