"Well, okay then."

She gives Ellie flared pants with slits up the side, and a filmy lace-up overshirt with an abstract, loopy pattern.

Bellona copies the base design, modifying the shirt so it falls off Ruby's shoulders, anchored by a barely visible strap, dramatically emphasizing her collar - especially once her hair is swept up into a pony tail. The loopy pattern's in shades of red that complement the collar well, with black gossamer in the negative space. A bit of focus gets Ruby some earrings in the shape of leaping tigers, the material stolen from her zippers and modified to a golden sheen.

...She's not sure she wants to ask about the collar. It's probably healthier for her brain to just aggressively assume it is a weird foreign universe fashion statement. That Ruby considers essential for weird foreign universe reasons. Really.

Ruby grins and hooks her arm around her girlfriend's waist. "Oh, our alternate selves have taste," she says.

Hee.

"They do indeed. Well done."

She laughs a bit. "We're all around geniuses."

"Almost too good to be true." She hugs her sister.

She shifts so her arm's around her sister instead of tangled in her hand, leaning into her. "Pretty, intelligent, funny, sweet... Definitely perfect."

"Let's make sure everyone knows it, then."

"Sounds like my kind of time."

"Any of these places speaking to you?" (There's a variety to choose from, as well as a variety of different snatches of music heard every time a door opens - different amounts of interior lighting, different implied levels of sexiness, different crowds, different age distributions...)

"I like that one," she says, indicating an establishment with music that has a touch more melody audible than typical.

"Looks good to me. El?" It seems to be more dance focused than 'bounce around looking at scantily clad people' focused, too. No one seems to be showing ID to get in, or paying an entry fee.

"Sure," she nods.

Onward, then, still keeping a hold of her sister.

There's apparently a distinct dance floor, well lit (relatively; it's still fairly dim inside) and booths around it, varying levels of private. People are buying multicolored drinks and food at a bar (payment method unclear, apparently contactless or they're outright not using money) and mostly taking them back to tables (claimed ones seem to have a little card raised), though there's also bar seating - people right around the bar seem disproportionately single. It's loud inside, enough they might have to shout if they're not right next to each other. People are dancing, of course, mostly in pairs; there seems to be a popular dance associated with this particular song (or maybe this particular place).

Bellona peers around, interested. "Bet I can charm some drinks off a few people," she says into El's ear, leaning in close.

"Go try it, then. We'll get a table."

Squeeze. "I'll be right back." And she detangles herself from El, weaving her way through the crowd up to the bar.

And the rest of the group can go snag a table with space enough for them all. (Perhaps a generous definition of 'space enough', Ellie and Ruby are certainly squished cozily together.)

Bellona gets a drink in her, enough extra for the table - she knows El's tastes pretty well, figures that extends to Ellie, and probably her own tastes extend to Ruby - has a lot of fun flirting, gets several people's contact information and even an invitation of somewhere to sleep for the night (which she turns down for now).

Her own and Ruby's drinks are, of course, the most bizarre fruity flavors she could find, and she sets them all down with a flourish, then slides into El, cuddling up nearly as closely as their alts. "I, apparently," she says, voice serious, "Am hot." She's not even buzzed yet, the drink wasn't that alcoholic, but she's got a warm pleasant glow in her chest.

"Is this news?" Ellie teases, taking a sip of her own drink, something light and refreshing.

Sip! "I don't get out and flirt a lot!"

"Poor baby."

She laughs and leans her head against El's shoulder. "Hanging out with El's more fun."

"Hey, I'm taking her out now, aren't I?"

Ellie laughs.

Giggle. "My keeper's designed my enrichment program well."

"Keeping a Lion happy's no mean feat."