summer vibes

Music plays in strings and high tones; real musicians playing on stage rather than prerecorded. It adds a whole 'bounce' to the music that Viola enjoyed. The ring of 'real' music had her swaying in place, eyes closed as she enjoyed the bustle around her. The murmur of the gathered crowd enlightened her to snippets of conversation. Right now, Viola felt like she was one with everyone around her.
The copious amount of drinks she had gotten from the bar may have also had something to do with that.
A gilded drink in hand, Viola starts to hum to the music. She takes a step back- and bumps into someone.
Sherry spills on the ground and Viola whips around.
"I'm sooooo so so so sorry! Are you, like, okay?"
Basil wasn’t exactly staying around here to listen to the music. Other high-class buns tended to hover around the musicians, so she was looking to chat and expand her connections. That is… until someone had bumped into her. Thankfully, the stranger’s spilt drink hadn’t gotten on her dress.
…Unfortunately, her own did.
“Oh, I’m— I’m fine,” She said, moving her free hand to try to pat away some of the champagne that landed on her outfit in a feeble attempt to clean it. All that ended up doing was getting her hand sticky, though… gross. “I’m… not hurt, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it—”
Basil, though, from the look on her face, clearly was worrying about it. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes - how would she mingle like this?
"No, noooo!" A soft argument, Viola's mind fuzzy from the drinks. The glass of sherry was placed on a table to be forgotten. From her skirts a black silk handkerchief was fulled, golden thread trimmed around the edges. She brushed Basil's hands away from the stain, pushing on it to soak up the champagne with her cloth.
Viola was a seamstress by profession. Many of the dresses here tonight had been made by her hands. If anyone knew how to keep expensive fabric from staining, it was her.
From the wet spot Viola's eyes lingered upwards, which made her gasp softly.
"Oh you're, like, soooo pretty!"
Drunken hands reach for Basil's. Viola's eyes shine with admiration.
"I loooove your hair! Like, how long did it take you to fix it??"
Basil blushed. She wasn’t used to sudden touch - nor sudden compliments. She didn’t dislike it, though - far from it. Especially from a bun as pretty as Viola, this was high praise…
“Oh, I– curled it last night,” She said, stumbling a little over her words. She was surprised at how adept Viola was at cleaning the stain, distracted by it. Would she be a good person to make a connection with…? Regardless of how sound a business decision it would be, she still felt like even just having a friend would be nice…
“It’s pretty easy to get your hair like this… if you’d like, I could tell you what type of curlers I use…” She added, trying not to stare. She should be the one asking Viola how she styled her hair. “I like your dress!”
It was always good to reciprocate a compliment.
"Oh man, really? Yes, please, I would LOVE that!" Viola, either not noticing or ignoring how flustered the other was, kept a hold of Basil's hand and gently dragged her over to the bar. They both needed replacement drinks ASAP!
"Thank so much! I made it myself!" Viola smoothed her hand down her front before grasping a bunch of the skirts and flipping them out to show off. The fabric was sheer and studded with dozens of tiny white beads; a starlight burst.
"I made, like, a bunch of the dresses here!" There was a pride in her voice, dreamy and warm as she watched others enjoy her creations. "Your dress is, like, soooo pretty. Do you know who made it? The colors are, like, to diiiiie for!"
“O–oh! I just… bought it at a regular boutique. I don’t know who made it, but… I could go back and ask?”
Viola’s hand was warm - the sensation helped ground her a little more as they made their way through the crowds. It seemed like Viola would be a good connection after all - even beyond just seeking out new friendships. She made dresses? Most of them here, even? So much of the threadwork was intricate… how long did she spend making these?
“Your work is impressive…” She said, staring at the way Viola’s dress swished as they walked. It was suiting of the theme in her mind - space and fairies went hand in hand for her, for some reason. “Would you mind if I commissioned you after this? I don’t have many good formalwear in my collection yet.”
"Oh gosh, yeah! I would, like, loooove if if you did that!" Viola squeezed the hand of her new BBF, drunk and giddy and so many other things all at once. She bounced on her heels. Some buns might see her as scoping out the competention with that request. But Viola? She just wanted to find a new place to buy a cute dress at!
Viola hummed, shrugging off the compliment, but it was clear to see it had effected her from how her lips cracked into a huge smile. Pulling the other bun closer, she swayed in place and hummed lightly to the music.
"Do you, like, want to dance?" Already she was trying to lead the other out onto the floor, hands wandering to pull the other close. It was chaste, all things considered. A closeness that was umcomfortable just via the familiarity of it. Of overstepping boundaries. The other would be able to smell the sweet scent of Viola's perfume, something honeyed and peachy and bright.
The sounds of the strings seemed to rise, then. It seemed to want to pull them both forward and outwards, towards the swirl of bodies. Or perhaps that was just Viola, whose humming was louder and louder as they inched further and further outwards. A soft giggle left the drunken woman, who leaned in to lean her head against Basil's shoulder.