Elphaba hated parties. At least, she hated Capitol parties. Parties at home, parties with the other victors from 2, parties with all of the other victors, those things weren't so bad. Elphaba may have grown up with plenty, but...ugh. All this was disgusting, not to mention painfully boring.
She'd gone simple for the evening, as always, clothing her slim, gamey, green-skin-dyed-or-that's-the-official-story figure in a slinky dress of dark green, shimmering snakeskin, hair slicked back and stylized cobra fangs drawn on her face with makeup, rather than prosthetics applied. She always choked on such things, although she'd allowed Fiyero to talk her into snake-eye contacts, at least.
Elphaba Thropp | Wicked | Victor | Party
She'd gone simple for the evening, as always, clothing her slim, gamey, green-skin-dyed-or-that's-the-official-story figure in a slinky dress of dark green, shimmering snakeskin, hair slicked back and stylized cobra fangs drawn on her face with makeup, rather than prosthetics applied. She always choked on such things, although she'd allowed Fiyero to talk her into snake-eye contacts, at least.