Phoenix Circus was cracked open, doors unlatched and the contents of countless apartments on display for the sole purpose of a party. Of course they’d been given the option to participate and of course Kat and Anna had agreed. Their door had been one of the first to fling open this evening, their take on Woodstock open to the public... or at least their neighbors.
Kat had been in the kitchen pouring herself another glass of wine, a bottle that she’d tucked away between the pots and pans. Sacred. The punch bowl was perfectly tasty, as were the cans of various ciders and seltzers cluttering their fridge, but wine fit the mood for the moment. Specifically a nice magically chilled rose. As the glass filled, Kat watched from the corner of her eye as someone new snuck on in.
Not difficult to miss: dark clothes in a crowd of rainbow and glitter.
“Excuse me,” she called out, stepping into their what-could-barely-be-called-a-hallway with a hand on her hip and her head cocked, “but you look like you haven’t paid the entry-fee. Can’t be having that, nope, no sir. Sooo...” Kat hummed, dragging out her vowels as she walked up behind him, drawing closer to their body-painting station. “I suggest you walk that pretty arse back over here. If you know what’s good for you.” ( @cecewrites & @cece1x1 )