It had been at least a year since Adam had last actually set foot in Pentamerone--since his trips to New York were often business centered, already overbooked, entirely too short for a decent visit or some combination of all of the above--but nothing had changed. There was a sense of timelessness to the Pentamerone... but we won't explore that further tonight. That's another topic for another time.
Tonight was all about James Bond, international man of mystery.
Adam did indeed dress up in a tuxedo (and it may also interest the reader to learn he was wearing a speedo underneath that, as he'd promised George he would), though it was no match for Miss Dickering's magenta number.
He refrained from commenting on the fact that others might compare its shades to a radioactive grape, and instead complimented the Tortoise, smiling broadly at her.
"I'm afraid Mr. Watts won't know what to make of you looking like this, Edwina."
She had, perhaps, been too distracted with thoughts of placing a formal request to Professor Anser to make cumberbunds a required dress code at the Pentamerone from this evening forward, that the hypothetical fallen angel of hunkiness had caught her by surprise. Which was, perhaps, never the best of things considering her bout of full-fledged hyperventilation the year she had first seen him. But older, wiser, and lips sparkling in subtle diamond drop lipstick, instead of panicked breathing, Adam was now met with the pinnacle of grace and beauty that was Edwina Edith Dickering, the second.
Also known has her almost choking on an olive.
He was in a tuxedo, and had rippling muscles, and something had invaded her windpipe! Coughing, hitting her chest in the most lady-like and attractive way she could possibly manage, five seconds of near death later, and she was back. Slightly bluer in the face from temporary lack of oxygen, but back to doing what she did best, performing dreamy sighs in the back of her mind. Because he had
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Most of the time it didn't bother Jonathan that he was consistently dead broke. After all, most college students were. It was fitting to scrounge for laundry quarters in his usual company.
Other times, however, he felt the difference between his and others' financial situations keenly. It would've been really nice to have been able to wear a tux the first time he'd met so many other Tales. As it was, he had to hope they remembered - or had read at all - that he was MEANT to be a scruffy sidekick, so that his appearance was INTENTIONAL, and did not simply happen to him.
Not that he usually paid that much attention to clothes. He was normally happy with "clean, no holes."
He took the first seat available and soaked it all in.
Although Bond Girl was definitely the theme of the evening, this did somewhat limit George's choices of outfits. After all, George and Slinky Dress did not go together, despite all Murdock's urgings. This did somewhat limit her choices, and while she toyed with the idea, she ultimately decided against looking for an orange bikini
( ... )
As Edwina choked on her olive, Adam's first thought was oh, shit, but thankfully she'd recovered herself 5 seconds later so no hemiliech maneuver was required. Which, given the fact she'd wound up potentially needing it because he'd talked to her, was probably a good thing. God only knew what would have happened if he'd actually had to put his arms around her waist.
When she did recover herself, however, he breathed an internal sigh of relief and listened politely while she chattered on.
"Whatever Mr. Watts thinks, I'm sure it won't be that you're a hussy, Edwina," Adam assured the girl, adding with a wink that "If he does, you can tell me and I'll break his face for you." He was only joking, of course.
He spotted George when she came in, and used his ability to magnify his voice and call out to her.
Edie couldn't help but grin when she had seen Edwina pass her dressed in what could only have been explained as a Titian Magenta, and though she had the plucking to go and compliment the often entertaining girl; it would have been far better to stand her post as she waited for her "girls" to show up
( ... )
Edie didn't have to wait long for Vegas to show. The moment that Vegas was in the door of the Pen she pulled off her coat to show the well cut suit jacket and slacks of navy blue. The piece of her outfit that truly sung of who she was though was the silver lame vest and nothing else that she wore under her jacket. She would really have to thank Neil later for helping her sort through the mess that was the To Bed costume closet.
The slow clip of a borrowed pair of flats carried Vegas over to her Bond. She looked Edie over with an apraising glance and smiled. "Don't you just look rumpled." The laugh that soon followed was drenched with mirth. Vegas did so love nights like this.
(Alejandro is coming as Trench, not Honey.)giftapfelJanuary 22 2008, 19:05:37 UTC
"Darling, you look simply ravishing." Edie grinned stepping out of her corner to greet Vegas with laugh. Really, she did look absolutely, wonderfully hilarious. An arm came to wrap around Vegas waist pulling her mockingly close. A horribly faked Scottish accent presented as a nose pressed to hers.
"It's hard for a man to stay straight laced with ladies like you around. Now we just need to wait for Ms. Trench, and we will be on our way." Giggling soon took over and caused Edie to lose her own front, breaking away from Vegas then. "Alejandro should be on his way soon enough..
Now, Al was pretty fearless. Some men would've been a little freaked by the idea of a red dress and heels. Alejandro? The skirted look was fine by him, though the way the dress draped over a single-shoulder was a little too 'Tarzan' for his liking. Al liked to keep his jungle-boys straight: he was Mowgli, darn it.
The lipstick was a little weird, given that he was sporting some serious 5 o'clock shadow, but Al had made an effort to gel his hair up into the most bouffant-like hairdo that he could manage. He failed pretty miserably - his hair wasn't that long - but with a little teasing he'd manage to at least affect the hairstyle.
"Sorry," he apologized as he teetered in on his heels and beelined for Edie and Vegas. "Had to find hose. They don't really made it in my size; had to ask for help. The guy looked at me like I was crazy, it was great."
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Tonight was all about James Bond, international man of mystery.
Adam did indeed dress up in a tuxedo (and it may also interest the reader to learn he was wearing a speedo underneath that, as he'd promised George he would), though it was no match for Miss Dickering's magenta number.
He refrained from commenting on the fact that others might compare its shades to a radioactive grape, and instead complimented the Tortoise, smiling broadly at her.
"I'm afraid Mr. Watts won't know what to make of you looking like this, Edwina."
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She had, perhaps, been too distracted with thoughts of placing a formal request to Professor Anser to make cumberbunds a required dress code at the Pentamerone from this evening forward, that the hypothetical fallen angel of hunkiness had caught her by surprise. Which was, perhaps, never the best of things considering her bout of full-fledged hyperventilation the year she had first seen him. But older, wiser, and lips sparkling in subtle diamond drop lipstick, instead of panicked breathing, Adam was now met with the pinnacle of grace and beauty that was Edwina Edith Dickering, the second.
Also known has her almost choking on an olive.
He was in a tuxedo, and had rippling muscles, and something had invaded her windpipe! Coughing, hitting her chest in the most lady-like and attractive way she could possibly manage, five seconds of near death later, and she was back. Slightly bluer in the face from temporary lack of oxygen, but back to doing what she did best, performing dreamy sighs in the back of her mind. Because he had ( ... )
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Other times, however, he felt the difference between his and others' financial situations keenly. It would've been really nice to have been able to wear a tux the first time he'd met so many other Tales. As it was, he had to hope they remembered - or had read at all - that he was MEANT to be a scruffy sidekick, so that his appearance was INTENTIONAL, and did not simply happen to him.
Not that he usually paid that much attention to clothes. He was normally happy with "clean, no holes."
He took the first seat available and soaked it all in.
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When she did recover herself, however, he breathed an internal sigh of relief and listened politely while she chattered on.
"Whatever Mr. Watts thinks, I'm sure it won't be that you're a hussy, Edwina," Adam assured the girl, adding with a wink that "If he does, you can tell me and I'll break his face for you." He was only joking, of course.
He spotted George when she came in, and used his ability to magnify his voice and call out to her.
"Hey! Christmas!"
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The slow clip of a borrowed pair of flats carried Vegas over to her Bond. She looked Edie over with an apraising glance and smiled. "Don't you just look rumpled." The laugh that soon followed was drenched with mirth. Vegas did so love nights like this.
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"It's hard for a man to stay straight laced with ladies like you around. Now we just need to wait for Ms. Trench, and we will be on our way." Giggling soon took over and caused Edie to lose her own front, breaking away from Vegas then. "Alejandro should be on his way soon enough..
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The lipstick was a little weird, given that he was sporting some serious 5 o'clock shadow, but Al had made an effort to gel his hair up into the most bouffant-like hairdo that he could manage. He failed pretty miserably - his hair wasn't that long - but with a little teasing he'd manage to at least affect the hairstyle.
"Sorry," he apologized as he teetered in on his heels and beelined for Edie and Vegas. "Had to find hose. They don't really made it in my size; had to ask for help. The guy looked at me like I was crazy, it was great."
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