Ivy sat in front of her vanity applying her lipstick, carefully but mindlessly watching her reflection in the mirror to ensure there were no mistakes. Soft jazz played quietly in the background - a genre she fancied quite a lot, especially while getting ready. It puts her in a good mood. A gold necklace was the finishing touch to her outfit: a sleek emerald green evening gown laced with clear rhinestones and gloves that reached up past her elbows of a similar color. It was freezing outside that night and she had worried that perhaps she chose the wrong outfit, but this point she didn’t feel like changing and instead made sure to grab her black fur coat (faux fur, of course. Humans deserved to rot for stealing the hides of animals). After gently pulling the needle off her record player and switching it off, she dowsed herself in her homemade organic perfume, slid her purse over her shoulder and went out to her car. Destination: Iceberg Lounge.
A night out was exactly what Ivy needed right now. The world had grown quite dull as of late and, well, she was excited because, of course, there would be some mischief involved. After all, if a girl is bored a little trouble is always the best way to go. Once she was able to park her little convertible, she stepped out onto the pavement, heels clicking on the ground. It was honestly miserable outside so she quickly made her way in, locking the door behind her and thankful for the warm air that relieved her when she got inside.
