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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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[hallelujahpilot]

"Well, y'might get a second option. But it'll probably be worse?" Trudy offers from where she is sitting at the Bar.

She can't decide if sitting makes her costume worse or not, but hell with it. The heeled boots are pinching her feet.

[lady_bols]

Alex turns and looks, and sees the mirror to her own exasperation in Trudy's face.

"Oh good grief. Someone should file a sexual harassment charge. This has to be against the rules of this place somehow. And by the way, hello, I'm Alex Drake. Care to join me in a bottle of Misery Loves Company red?"

[hallelujahpilot]

She thinks.

"Yeah, I'd be up for filing a charge." She doens't mind being sexy, given she's given a choice in the matter. Then her expression turns wry. "We've met. Normally my flightsuit's a hell of a lot more practical." And she doesn't wear a silly hat. "Trudy Chacon, and that sounds good."

[lady_bols]

"Oh yes, Trudy, of course. Forgive me, I didn't recognise you. Hello again. Pull up a bar stool and we can fend them off together."

Her grin is a touch mad, and she leans in close.

"If it gets really bad, we can tell them we're together and that they can bugger off, yeah?"

[hallelujahpilot]

That gets a somewhat wicked cackle.

"I like it. How you been, besides from now bein' a cat?"

[lady_bols]

"I've been better, but I suppose I shouldn't complain too loudly. Someone might take 'pity' on me and I'm not sure I could handle that here." She throws up big air quotes around the word 'pity', as if her sarcasm alone couldn't carry the weight of her disdain.

"How about you? Staying safe, I hope?"

[hallelujahpilot]

There is that laugh again.

"Safe? Not really. Not what I get paid to do."

[lady_bols]

"Well, it's not really in my job description either, but here we are."

She hands Trudy the second wine glass and pours a healthy measure.

"Let's drink to finding this mythical Landlord someday, and trussing him up by his scrotum, shall we?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"For the random costume changes? A-freakin'-men," Trudy says, raising her glass in a toast.

[lady_bols]

Alex clinks her glass against Trudy's and drinks half her glass in one go.

That done, she sets her drink down and turns a watchful eye on the crowd, resting her elbows on the bar.

"Is it too much to hope that there's eye candy for the ladies as well?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"Depends if you like lookin' at women, too."

Which...Trudy does.

"But my boyfriend got stuck in a kilt and not much else, so I'm thinkin' so."

[lady_bols]

Alex looks over at Trudy with a wicked smirk, but says nothing to the first point.

"A kilt, hmm? Lucky woman."

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy smirks back. "He wasn't the only one, but he pulled it off."

Before there was mutual dragging upstairs, anyway.

[lady_bols]

An idea flits across Alex's face, something that makes her squint and grin at the same time.

"I can only imagine." Gene Hunt. In a kilt. And nothing else. Mmmph. She clearly needs to have her head examined.

And just as quickly as the thought arose, it's supplanted by another, more disturbing one.

"Oh good heavens. I hope Nicholas stays home today. Poor bloke would lose his mind if he was forced into something so -- revealing."

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy chokes slightly.

"Fuck yeah. Bar wouldn't be that cruel, would it?"

[lady_bols]

"Yes, yes it would. You and I? We're a bit ticked off about it, but we have healthy enough egos. I would think anything that push him that far out of his comfort zone -- I fear it would cause lasting damage."

Alex has a hard time turning off the psychologist's mind sometimes.