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[howling_laugh]

Not so long after she just left, Coyote darts back into the bar. This time, she's wearing an eye-catchingly red dress, heels, and what might be product in her hair.

She hopes everyone got the memo about the dress code. This will get interesting pretty quickly, if not. Glancing around the bar for her victims volunteers, Coyote waits impatiently.

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[walking_napalm]

Liz first showed up in traditional all black (pants, combat boots, long-sleeved shirt, and stab vest, with a duffel bag over her shoulder and twin Berettas in their holsters), and was promptly informed that there was a dress code.

Fifteen minutes of arguing ("I don't wear colors!") and another ten minutes of dressing later, it becomes very, very clear which party lost the argument, as Liz steps out of the bathroom in a fireproof, slinky, off-the-shoulder aquamarine number with a draped, partially exposed back, and Coyote looks smug.

"All right, Bar," she says to the air, coming across to the nearest empty table. She comes as close to stomping while in heels as physically possible. "I know you can, so," she points at her head, where her long hair is down and her bangs are brushing her eyebrows, "fix this." Mid-stride, her hair becomes a sleek variation on a chignon; impeccable full makeup -- complete with lipstick and dramatically swooped eyeliner -- appears where she wore none before.

Liz bangs the duffel bag down on the table, then an empty trumpet case. Next step: shifting the contents of one into the other. A number of items go into the case, most notably a Beretta 9mm and a pair of black Doc Martens.

[howling_laugh]

"It sets off your eyes," Coyote says, without expecting anyone to really be listening to her.

(She is, in fact, smug.)

[walking_napalm]

Liz ignores her.

A boot is slammed into the trumpet case with particular force, though.

[untiedtheknots]

"You look about as thrilled as I did."

Artemis gestures to her own (entirely too sparkly) dress.

[walking_napalm]

"That--" Liz looks up to see who's addressing her, and her expression turns slightly less thunderous, "--sounds about right.

"Hey. I didn't know you were in on this." It's a good thing! Liz has met her, which is a plus, and liked her (double plus), and she's a goddess (quadruple billionty plus for an ally!).

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis has infinity plus one usefulness.

"Didn't know about you, either. Or...any of the rest of the team really, but I'm definitely not complaining. Looks like we've got a good group."

[walking_napalm]

"We've got a kid," Liz points out a little wryly, subtly tipping her head in a certain direction.

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis shrugs.

"So long as the kid is prepared to face down unspecified otherworldly mojo, works for me."

[walking_napalm]

She slams the trumpet lid shut with a satisfied expression, and flips the latches. "Can't argue with that."

Not without being a hypocrite, anyway, considering how old Liz was when she started learning to shoot.

She casts a critical eye over the guitar case. Amused: "Longbow?" (She did her research, after meeting two Greek deities in a row a couple weeks ago.)

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis beams.

"Yup. And cypress arrows for the occasion."

It's so sweet when people do their homework.

[walking_napalm]

Liz gives her first real grin of the evening. "Lock and load."

[OOC: Can we call this a fade? ♥]

[untiedtheknots]

[ooc: sure thing! *high fives*]