Bar has supplied Jack with adequate clothes for a day in town. He walks confidently to Satine's room, trusting that Bar's given her proper 1933 attire.
She really rather likes it. She has too much hair for the hat, and she feels strangely naked when the dress doesn't weigh ten or more pounds, but there's something to the sleek lines of the skirt. And the heels. She adores the heels. The colors are lovely muted earth tones -- it must be fall, she thinks as she slips into the outfit.
Satine is a bit worried that she'll seem out of place, though. She has no idea what the mannerisms of her would-be children's era are like, how they wear their makeup, how they do their hair, all the little things. But she's always had confidence in her ability to pull off a mask off the cuff, and so when she opens the door to her room to find Jack waiting for her, she holds her purse over her head and spins. "Do I look all right?"
"You look wonderful," he replies. Satine is in that rare category of women who would look good in anything, paper and trash bags included. If he knew what Mary Anne Bell was thinking just a few days ago, he'd be inclined to disagree: the guide would be looking at the tourist more than he would the scenery.
He steps forward, leaning against the doorway, his hand in his pocket. He's dressed in a cap and a well-tailored brown suit. In his opinion, they would make quite the dashing pair on the streets of Manhattan.
Jack links their arms together and leads the way downstairs. He spots Carl seated, as always, near one of his rediculous signs, with a bottle of Jack Daniels nearby.
She feels fine walking over, and once she's inside the slightly shabby powder room, she thinks perhaps it was just a scare. After a pause leaning against the counter, she takes a step toward the lavatories on unexpectedly unsteady feet
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Jack has no suspicion what went on, only a vague concern that vanishes once Satine returns. He stands up and says his goodbyes to James before escorting Satine out of the theater.
"Where would you like to go next? Times Square? Go to a restaurant, perhaps?"
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She really rather likes it. She has too much hair for the hat, and she feels strangely naked when the dress doesn't weigh ten or more pounds, but there's something to the sleek lines of the skirt. And the heels. She adores the heels. The colors are lovely muted earth tones -- it must be fall, she thinks as she slips into the outfit.
Satine is a bit worried that she'll seem out of place, though. She has no idea what the mannerisms of her would-be children's era are like, how they wear their makeup, how they do their hair, all the little things. But she's always had confidence in her ability to pull off a mask off the cuff, and so when she opens the door to her room to find Jack waiting for her, she holds her purse over her head and spins. "Do I look all right?"
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He steps forward, leaning against the doorway, his hand in his pocket. He's dressed in a cap and a well-tailored brown suit. In his opinion, they would make quite the dashing pair on the streets of Manhattan.
"You ready?"
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"Completely." She shuts the door, locks it, and drops the key into her purse. "Lead on, Mr. Driscoll."
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"Carl...have time to open the door?"
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"Where would you like to go next? Times Square? Go to a restaurant, perhaps?"
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