Adjusting her tri corner hat with a hint of a giggle, P.Q. looked at herself in the mirror. Her prom outfit was extravagant, nowhere near the style she was used to wearing. Folds of fabric fell over one another as they cascaded down from her waist in a monochrome waterfall. A black laced corset kept her robotic body slim, and flaunted her curvy hips and her full breasts. A silken cape rested on her shoulders in unison with her skirt and furugasa.
Lighting her cigarette and perching it on the drag, she looked down at Retro with his little checkered bow. "The group is probably waiting for us at Prom already Retro, let's go, hmm?" The Roro barked with excitement before the two of them headed down the steps.
On the third floor, the bar was closed so P.Q. could go to prom. Since she was the new bartender and there was no one to take up the space, she had to close it for the night. On the second floor there were a few people who decided it would be better to club than prom. Nevertheless they waved at the dressed up owner as she passed, skirts gathered close to her so they wouldn't get ripped. On the first floor a few customers rushed around, trying to find the finishing touches to their outfits.
Kluteau came to her quickly, her many arms reaching out to examine and prod P.Q. outfit. "You're so pretty!" The little robot squeaked excitedly. "Don't worry about the Pit Stop, I'll take care of it!" P.Q. nodded with a laugh before waving to Kluteau and heading out to her Login.
It took longer than she expected to reach Prom. Then again she didn't factor in traffic....the huge looming mushroom cloud tower seemed to never get closer even as she knew her Login was approaching...there was an odd ominous feeling that settled over her. Was it the same feeling she had during the many parties she attended hosted by Johnny Gambino? It most certainly could have been...big towers made by men with money never seemed to have a long shelf life.
Stepping out of her Login, a masked valet extended his hand out towards hers. Tonight was a night where none did a double take on her face -- it could very easily be a mask, and she never corrected anyone otherwise. Slipping her gloved hand into his, she was escorted by the valet to the door, where he lifted her hand to his lips and very gently left a kiss there. Inwardly blushing, P.Q. nodded before heading into the prom, trying to find her Mechanical Children companions...
 PQ and Retrostacja · Fri May 29, 2009 @ 07:04pm · 0 Comments |
