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[lady_bols]

Alex has decided that fate has it in for her.  Honestly, it didn't even wait for her to enter the bar through her pantry tonight.  Instead, it met her at the front door of her flat, and dropped her here.

In this ridiculous outfit.  Little black ears, black push up corset, black skin tight pants, high heel boots and a tail.

"Oh you can't be serious."

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[lady_bols]

"Thanks," she says, a touch sarcastically. "It wasn't my first choice, but apparently 'Mother Superior' was all sold out."

She turns to give them man a tight smile. "Alex Drake. I don't think we've met before."

Her accent is a rich, plummy London accent, posh as the day is long.

[lady_bols]

"Nice to meet you, too, Micah. I was just about to order a huge glass of red wine. Care to join me?"

She seems a little preoccupied, what with her backside hanging out and her boss lurking around here somewhere.

Or worse, her boss's earlier incarnation.

[lady_bols]

A napkin flutters down between them. No coat.

"Because that would defeat the purpose of utterly humiliating me. Fine. At least get this gentleman a drink would you?"

He can possibly see where the animosity is coming from, now.

[lady_bols]

Her eyes go a bit wide at the sound he makes.

"It's not, but thank you." She gives him a tight-lipped smile. The growl goes uncommented on. She's not quite sure how to comment on it in the first place.

Another napkin flutters down. It wasn't humiliating the first time you wore it, why should it be humiliating now?

"Yes, well -- because -- I was on a case then, you'll excuse me," she says to Micah, turning back to Bar. "And I was there trying to lure out a sexual predator, honestly."

So you say.

"Oh pfeh." Alex crumples up the stack of napkins and hurls them back behind the bar.

"Anyway, sorry about that." She gives him another tight-lipped smile as she tries to cross her legs in such a fashion that shows less skin. It's impossible, really.

[lady_bols]

She blinks rapidly.

"This happens often?"

[lady_bols]

"Oh good grief, sex changes? Are they permanent transformations? Or merely temporary?"

She can't help but wonder why she's only just hearing about this now.