Nonverbal RP Starters ✦ @timelvst ☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder
The Seventies. . .
It easily became Miss Atomic's favorite era───For the first time in her life she was afforded freedom in the forms of disco fever, the country's finest cocaine supply, and the poorest decision making that would make a Vought executive blush. It's a Saturday night, and that meant it was disco night. It had been damn near ritual for her to wind up at a local club.
♫ For the evening, she chooses a tight pink sequined bodysuit with a plunging collar and flared bottoms with a wingspan decorated with long fringe, pink glitter boots accompanying the bodysuit. Vivienne's hair styled into a feathered blowout, her makeup easily recognizable as something inspired by Twiggy. To say she was feeling DIVINE was an understatement. FINALLY an era where she could be herself and not the picture perfect housewife of the fifties.
The second the Bee Gees come on, she's out on the dancing floor having the time of her life, dancing with a 'stranger', it's staged choreography, of course. Still, she sells it and the crowd goes wild along with a few event photographers snapping photos in a frenzy. Once the final moves happen she filters back into the crowd, smiling and laughing as she high-fives a few passers by as she wanders to a outer patio, pulling out an Amethyst Eve cigarette. A quick pat down makes her painfully aware she has misplaced her lighter so as one does, she approaches another 'gal', gently tapping her shoulder.
❝ Hey, sunshine! You got a light? Totally fumbled mine inside while jivin'. ❞
