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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.

[themanclion]

It's just not Drake's day, is it?

'Bloody 'ell. S'like Christmas 'round 'ere.'

Which is to say, hello DI Drake. He'd wolf-whistle but with the look on his face, he doesn't need to.

[lady_bols]

"Speak of the devil and he appears," she drawls, her eyebrows rising in a look of barely constrained exasperation.

"Hello again. Ever so nice to see you."

Her tone says it's anything but, as does the way she guzzles half her glass of wine in one go.

[themanclion]

He's a bit taken aback by the lukewarm - at best - welcome but doesn't let it bother him.

'Been called worse.'

Does the devil eye up a bird's tits quite so freely? Possibly not. Maybe he is worse.

[lady_bols]

She turns and looks him up and down, just as thoroughly. A little thicker around the mid-section, a little more nicotine stained, though not by much.

"The costume," she explains slowly, "was not my idea. It seems Bar thinks I need to have a little more fun."

She thrusts the stack of indignant napkins at him, each one telling her to do just so in a neat and tidy script.

[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?"