She'd had to buy a dress last minute since most of her wardrobe consisted of jeans and what wasn't was better suited for a gritty bar not a black tie anything. Not knowing how dressed up she needed to be she opted to just go simple. The dress she found was a little more form fitting than she would have liked. There was nowhere to keep her gun on her person and she didn't have a gun small enough to fit in the only purse she actually owned so she would have either have to go without or hope they didn't notice a bulge in the jacket she refused to take off all night (not likely).
Instead, she slipped a small butterfly knife in the little black party purse she had for special occasions and an even smaller blade that was specifically designed to be concealed in her cleavage. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to pull either one but considering their first date and the way these people attracted trouble there was no way she was going anywhere without some form of minimal protection. Even if it would do nothing except make her feel better which was most likely the case.
Letting him take her hand, she followed him into the mausoleum. Her light colored eyes darted around trying to take it in. "This is pretty morbid for the hope parade. Do you guys rent by the hour or is there some sliding scale the cryptkeeper worked out for you?" She muttered under her breath. Humor was her defense mechanism and this place made her nervous. She was kicking herself for not finding a place for her Beretta.
Waiting until they got to the benches, she smirked and whispered to him with a smile "Master?" but the smile disappeared when he seemed so morose. Wrong time. Wrong place.
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Date: 2008-08-27 06:11 am (UTC)Instead, she slipped a small butterfly knife in the little black party purse she had for special occasions and an even smaller blade that was specifically designed to be concealed in her cleavage. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to pull either one but considering their first date and the way these people attracted trouble there was no way she was going anywhere without some form of minimal protection. Even if it would do nothing except make her feel better which was most likely the case.
Letting him take her hand, she followed him into the mausoleum. Her light colored eyes darted around trying to take it in. "This is pretty morbid for the hope parade. Do you guys rent by the hour or is there some sliding scale the cryptkeeper worked out for you?" She muttered under her breath. Humor was her defense mechanism and this place made her nervous. She was kicking herself for not finding a place for her Beretta.
Waiting until they got to the benches, she smirked and whispered to him with a smile "Master?" but the smile disappeared when he seemed so morose. Wrong time. Wrong place.
"So... was this person someone you knew?"