♪ M É L A W E N ♪
Halloween was a night typically filled with parties, drinks, and beautiful costumes. This time around, Quinn had decided against all that and opted for something a bit more festive for the holiday. Carefully, she had chosen what she figured to be a fairytale princess — the bright colors hiding the depression she had found herself drowning in. The fabric was neatly sewn so that it hung just off her frame, leaving the outfit modest enough to appear costume-like.
Dates and suitors were something she wanted to forgo as well. The Princess had grown tired of the mess they caused and instead chose someone who seemed to have her best interests at heart — without the horrid motive of trying to get into her pants. Quietly, she had messaged CT-312, explaining the event and what she needed to do on her end. Knowing how the clone functioned, she made sure it sounded mission-esque.
Direct orders for a costume. Direct orders to attend. Direct orders to have fun. Everything was plain as day for the trooper to understand. Still, Quinn added a bit of theatrics at the end, mentioning that the trooper should be prepared for anything to come up.
As much as Quinn wanted to avoid the possibility of a suitor, she did have quite a fondness for the armored woman.
Speaking of, she added one final line to the message:
<: No camouflage. :>
When the event arrived, Quinn was happily accompanied by the trooper. Despite wanting to be surprised by the woman's costume, Quinn chose to have them come together. She figured it would be easier to sell the idea that 312 was escorting her charge through the event — and ready to protect her at any cost.
Quinn, on the other hand, was enjoying her time with the trooper, hoping to get to know her better after their mostly mission-driven encounters.
Her eyes wandered over the stalls and activities. While the games seemed simple enough for her to win on her own, she wanted to be treated kindly. As she scanned the event, she caught sight of a tall girl offering one of her own kind a stuffed animal — and suddenly, Quinn got the best idea.
"312," she started, her voice almost lyrical — a clear sign that she was about to ask the soldier for something ridiculous.
"You should play some games and win me some of the prizes."