
The Fun Accident by Scarlett
September 24th, 2007 11:48 AMThus began a glorious partnership. Scarlett wore her dress to dances at her academic (and corrupting) summer camp. She incorporated it into the best Halloween costume ever, accessorizing it with sh*t-kicking boots, spiderweb thigh-highs, black trench coat and suberbly ghoulish The Crow makeup (duly frightening her Pre-Calc teacher, and probably some little freshmen as well). Off went Scarlett to college with her shiny dress in tow. Though no longer a gothling, she relished the chance to get all sexied up in a costume that was supposed to represent Sinfulness (see picture 1).
Fast-forward to last night: Scarlett has earned her diploma, moved to the fair city of San Francisco, discovered a game called SF0, and is embroiled in a War of Escalating Dares with her valliant roommate Bex. As Scarlett is preparing to depart from this coast (and, soon, this country), a deadline is set for the culmination of this battle (stay tuned!). The competitors brainstormed embarrassing dares late into the night, testing the limits of what they could expect each other to do in public. Inspired to incorporate socially-inapproprate outfits into the dares, Scarlett suggests a late-night dress-up to get into the daring groove. Up leapt our Players: Bex to don her polka-dotted leisure suit, and Scarlett her trusty vinyl dress.
But alas!
Just as Scarlett succeeded at zipping the snug-fitting garment, she heard a sound distinctly like unzipping and felt her upper back exposed. Alarmed, she moved towards the door calling for the aid of a Hero; this slight movement caused the split zipper to open entirely, while the zipper pull itself dangled from between her shoulder blades. With a truly noble and powerful effort, Bex managed to move the zipper pull slightly, but it became clear to all parties that the dress would have to be removed by Other Means. This evening tragically marked the end of Scarlett's ownership of a shiny, shiny tube dress. And yet, being cut out of a tight garment by a sexy lady was a lot of fun!
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That sucks. It also sucks when all of your clothes and furnishings are black and you live in a dark room lit by candles and you're looking for that little black leather number that would complete the night's club outfit... maybe it's somewhere on your black comforter in that pile of black things... sigh...
I'm good with some scizzors, folks, you let me know if you need any help...
Lank are you trying to give us the image of you wearing a little black leather number while clubbing?
...tastefully half-naked, sweating the liquid eyeliner off of my face, and gyrating with abandon to "A Girl Doesn't Get Killed By a Make-Believe Lover... Cuz It's Hot" by My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult...
Yes. Why?
Oh no reason. No reason at all. Just wanted to clarify things.
. . . this may be fairly minor. But, you're one of the few who appears to have actually had something approaching fun as a result of their accident. Votes for meeting the title of the task! (And for an entertaining writeup.)
I totally agree. I was all reading it like, how is this even related? And then it was a super-fun accident!
Although I feel there was more "fun" to be had with the scissors and dress removal...
I don't mean to insult goths, so much as I whistfully recall a time of emotional extremism in my life. I don't think I'm even capable of feeling that strongly anymore, let alone that constantly throbbingly miserable. And part of me is sad to have mellowed.
...who at some point you will hear expressed with dismay not, "ohh no I tore my pants/dress/shirt/hat/underwear!" but instead "Ohh noo I BROKE my pants/dress/shirt/hat/underwear!"