Room 503, Friday Afternoon

[dojima_hime]

Her hair was in curlers, her dress was hanging on her closet door, and Dōjima was learning about the logistic impossibilities of trying to paint your nails when you own a very inquisitive cat.

"Alea! Cats do not eat nail polish!"

[OOC: Open door and post be open!]

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[the_merriest]

After work, Rikku ran to her room and began trying, hurriedly, to get ready.

And that was when she remembered that she completely failed at doing her own hair.

So, dress in bag, she was going to knock impatiently on Dōjima's door, and hope like hell she could impose.

[dojima_hime]

"Come in!" Dōjima hollered, hunched over as she pained on the last clear coat of polish on her hands. "Unless you're Romeo, then go away, I'm not ready yet!"

[the_merriest]

"Wrong posse member," Rikku said quickly, ducking around the door. "Although I guess that only narrows it down to two. Uh. Can I ... do you ... know how to help?"

[dojima_hime]

"Help with what?" she asked, looking up from her work. "Hotness, yes, algebra, no."

[the_merriest]

"The first one," Rikku chirped. "Hair. Mine. I can figure the rest out myself, but my hair never does anything. But I don't wanna bug you if you're getting ready?"

[dojima_hime]

"Hair I can do," Yurika affirmed. "This will be dry in two seconds, and then we'll totally get you all dolled-up."

"Do you have any ideas? Up? Down? Curly? Straight? What sort of look are you going for?"

[the_merriest]

Man, she had to start with the hard questions, didn't she?

"Up?" Rikku hazarded. "Maybe? With little curly bits down? I have no idea what goes with my dress."

Now was a good time to fish it out for approval.

[dojima_hime]

"Up, with curly bits dangling down," she agreed, scrambling off the bed to plug in her curling iron. Yurika's own head was covered with large rollers, since she planed to just leave hers loose. "That's pretty, Rikku. Does Reno know he's got such a hot date?"

[the_merriest]

"I just hope he won't be sad there aren't any laces," Rikku laughed. "Oh, wow, and I have to dig out some of my flashy jewelry. Is your dress gonna make Romeo's eyes pop out of his head?"

[dojima_hime]

Yurika pointed at the red creation hanging from her closet door. "If it doesn't, I need to go back to fashion school."

[the_merriest]

Rikku gaped. And applauded. "If it doesn't, check his pulse."

[dojima_hime]

"I might have to check his pulse after he sees it anyway," Yurika confided, leaning in. "Someone has an appreciation of my tendency towards backless dresses."

[the_merriest]

"Make sure you've got a comfy spot for when he falls over," she grinned, evilly. Now was a good time to lower her voice. "With Reno, it's laces."

[dojima_hime]

"Laces? Laces! Oh god, you have to see my shoes," Yurika squealed, bouncing off the bed and over to her desk to pull something shiny out of a box. "Laces! We should have gotten you some strappy sandals or something."

[the_merriest]

"Not shoes," Rikku said, and now she was blushing. "Things like ... on dresses or ... things he can ... unlace."

Oh, wow, she wasn't going to say the rest, was she?

Couldn't say it.

Could mime someone, biting a lace and pulling.

And then hide her face and try to implode.

[dojima_hime]

"You could fit a cute little bustier under there, if you had the right one," Yurika suggested slyly. "Or garters can be fun, too..."

Rikku didn't have to say the rest; Yurika was perfectly willing to fill in the gaps.