Quincy stepped out of the sleek black car, a BMW i8, the soft click of hir heels on the pavement echoing as ze made hir way toward the lavish yacht. Tonight, ze had chosen a daring tight faux leather dress that clung to hir every curve, and hugged hir breasts tightly enough that tonight ze was braless. The dress complemented by a pair of black heels. Hir hair was brushed straight and held down with the smallest amount of gel and hairspray. The evening air was filled with the faint scent of hir perfume; the usual vanilla scent.
The paparazzi were already swarming, cameras flashing like a storm of strobe lights.
“Quincy, over here! Who are you wearing tonight?” one reporter shouted.
“Quincy, any upcoming projects we should know about?” another called out.
“Are you attending alone tonight, Quincy? Any special someone with you?” a third asked.
With a rehearsed smile, Quincy guided the influx of questions, flashing the brightest smile, “This is a custom piece by a dear friend of mine, isn’t it fabulous?” To the second, ze leaned in slightly. “I’ve got a few exciting things in the pipeline, but you’ll have to stay tuned for the details. Can’t spoil all the surprises, can I?” But to the third reporter, Quincy took a step back and winked playfully. “Just me, myself, and I tonight. Sometimes, you have to be your own best company.” With that answer, hir attention turned to the yacht, where the real intrigue awaited.
As ze ascended the gangway and stepped onto the yacht, the cacophony of the press faded into the background. Only to be replaced by the hum of laughter and conversation. Quincy scanned the crowd, hir eyes quickly locking onto a familiar face. Tommy. It had been a while, six months, in fact. Ze missed him, missed seeing his face.
Ze should go up to him. Should speak with him, but what would ze say? … Words, that’s what. Ze had been standing there watching him sit at the bar for probably a little too long now. The sight of him stirred a mixture of emotions within Quincy - regret, longing, but also a steely resolve.
Taking a deep breath, Quincy smoothed hir dress and straightened hir posture. With confident strides, ze made hir way toward Tommy, weaving through the few guests between them. As ze approached, ze smiled and greeted him “Hey there, Charming. Long time no see.”"
@ChayChay05 - Tommy