Yeah, yeah, yeah. Scream and shriek and panic about it, whatever you wanted to do, but please, do not look Eponine's way as she strides up to the Big House holding hands with none other than Dave Strider. Or maybe it should have been the other way around. Either way, it didn't particularly matter, because they were here. Together. Holding hands.
From there, they moved to their table, Eponine walking with surprising grace in her heels, her bandage dress and the rest of her outfit fitting in quite well amidst all the decorations.
Still, Eponine is, well, nervous was a good way to put it. This was her first official outing with Dave as his girlfriend. As a girlfriend at all. And what that meant for her, she wasn't even sure.
Looking across the table at Dave, she smirks that Hermes' girl smirk of hers. "It's so... valentines-y." Wow, Eponine. Great use of your words. She glances at the wine glass. "If only they had real wine. Don't think they'll lift the curse for one night, do you?"
Ms. Thénardier & Mr. Strider
From there, they moved to their table, Eponine walking with surprising grace in her heels, her bandage dress and the rest of her outfit fitting in quite well amidst all the decorations.
Still, Eponine is, well, nervous was a good way to put it. This was her first official outing with Dave as his girlfriend. As a girlfriend at all. And what that meant for her, she wasn't even sure.
Looking across the table at Dave, she smirks that Hermes' girl smirk of hers. "It's so... valentines-y." Wow, Eponine. Great use of your words. She glances at the wine glass. "If only they had real wine. Don't think they'll lift the curse for one night, do you?"