Riza was not usually one for parties. Sure the military elite had held their parties, but it was usually less for soldiers and more for the politically minded. Mustang had worked his way into a few and she had attended in kind, but she'd never enjoyed them because she'd gone as his right-hand. Even in Manhattan, when she'd been stuck there for a year and people like Giselle and Miwako had insisted on various events to keep up morale she'd only gone because, well, everyone else was there. It had helped, however, to be in a gathering with others that meant she could try to forget, for just a little while, that she was trapped somewhere she didn't want to be.
So Riza had arrived wearing one of the only pieces of clothing she'd received during the impromptu Christmas, a dress in periwinkle blue. She wasn't even sure who had gotten it for her, but she was going to try and not read TOO much into the fact she'd been given a dress. Unfortunately, she didn't really have any shoes or jeweler to match or accessorize with, but she figured everyone else would have an eclectic style here anyway. She'd elected to wear her hair down, the brush and clips making it less ragged, but she never felt comfortable exposing her back and the dress's lace covered her tattoo but only barely. Her long blond hair did the rest and made up for the fact that she lacked proper jewelry or accessories.
Also, she'd take it to her grave, but she was actually wearing the nice lingerie that had been gifted to her as well. While on the one hand she wanted to smack whoever had thought that was an appropriate gift to give, she also felt this was the one time she felt like she had an excuse to wear it. It felt wrong to wear the everyday stuff she wore with her scrubs when she had this set available.
When she arrived, she was glad to see she wasn't the first. She decided to do what she usually did in this situations: grab a drink to blend in and then find a spot to sit or stand and watch. It wasn't the most exciting, but as mentioned before she wasn't exactly used to the whole 'party scene.' Maybe she'd find someone to talk to once others arrived. It wasn't like there were unfamiliar faces when you lived in a village with a small population and your room was right above the inn.
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So Riza had arrived wearing one of the only pieces of clothing she'd received during the impromptu Christmas, a dress in periwinkle blue. She wasn't even sure who had gotten it for her, but she was going to try and not read TOO much into the fact she'd been given a dress. Unfortunately, she didn't really have any shoes or jeweler to match or accessorize with, but she figured everyone else would have an eclectic style here anyway. She'd elected to wear her hair down, the brush and clips making it less ragged, but she never felt comfortable exposing her back and the dress's lace covered her tattoo but only barely. Her long blond hair did the rest and made up for the fact that she lacked proper jewelry or accessories.
Also, she'd take it to her grave, but she was actually wearing the nice lingerie that had been gifted to her as well. While on the one hand she wanted to smack whoever had thought that was an appropriate gift to give, she also felt this was the one time she felt like she had an excuse to wear it. It felt wrong to wear the everyday stuff she wore with her scrubs when she had this set available.
When she arrived, she was glad to see she wasn't the first. She decided to do what she usually did in this situations: grab a drink to blend in and then find a spot to sit or stand and watch. It wasn't the most exciting, but as mentioned before she wasn't exactly used to the whole 'party scene.' Maybe she'd find someone to talk to once others arrived. It wasn't like there were unfamiliar faces when you lived in a village with a small population and your room was right above the inn.