Dōjima-Montauge Apartment of Awesome -- Tokyo, Japan -- Thursday Afternoon

[dojima_hime]

The best part of prepping for a sting operation, Dōjima had decided, was the fact she got to go home for lunch, to see what sexy outfits she had in black to pose as a bar waitress

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[withoutverona]

See, if she wasn't his girlfriend Romeo would have told her to wear the lower-cut one in a second. Cleavage equaled tips, after all.

But she was his girlfriend, and her cleavage was his in some caveman way, so...

"I like the one in your left hand," Romeo offered. "It's" less skimpy "better-fitting, is it not?"

[dojima_hime]

Yurika raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. "It's also less-glittery and shows less cleavage," she pointed out, having a rather good idea of what he was thinking. "So, I guess the other one has less of a chance of some klutz like Robin spilling something hot all over my chest."

"The backless one it is!" Which still showed a good amount of chest, it just was a bit more tasteful about it.

[withoutverona]

"You have a beautiful back," Romeo said, unabashed and grateful. "I'll write a sonnet about its marble contours while you're away."

"How long do you think you shall play waitress?"

[dojima_hime]

"How long will it take you to write the sonnet?" she teased, abandoning the Great Clothing Search in favor of coming out into the living room and flopping on to the futon. "A couple days, maybe. Wanna come down to Harry's, get free drinks, and make the Chief fume if he thinks I'm flirting with you too much?"