When Steve's voice (well, other Steve's voice) first reaches her in the bathroom, she's just finishing her hair. "Oh, come on. It's just a tie. Watch the youtube video I found you." There is more muttering and grumbling from the bedroom as she applies her eye shadow and liner, and she's just finished mascara when he declares that he quits.
That makes her laugh, and she has to stop before she can put on her lipstick. She's quick with this last bit of makeup, and then she's tossing the gloss back onto the counter next to the base colour. "No, you don't. Calm down." She's not actually finished with her own prep, but she's an old hand at this. If he's going to throw in the towel because of a bow tie, better to fix that before he can let whatever is really bothering him bubble up to the surface.
Besides, the complicated underwear that goes on under her dress to keep everything firmly in place even in a fight while also allowing her to bring knives and a gun without looking like she's armed it more modest than most bathing suits. Granted, most bathing suits these days consist of postage stamps and dental floss, but whatever. Long-line strapless corset, garter belt with allowances for sets of slim blades to be held up above each stocking.
"Give it." She holds out her hand as she walks toward him, fingers flicking as she demands he hand over the tie. She's going to have to teach him how to do this at some point. Not tonight, though. They have places to be.
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That makes her laugh, and she has to stop before she can put on her lipstick. She's quick with this last bit of makeup, and then she's tossing the gloss back onto the counter next to the base colour. "No, you don't. Calm down." She's not actually finished with her own prep, but she's an old hand at this. If he's going to throw in the towel because of a bow tie, better to fix that before he can let whatever is really bothering him bubble up to the surface.
Besides, the complicated underwear that goes on under her dress to keep everything firmly in place even in a fight while also allowing her to bring knives and a gun without looking like she's armed it more modest than most bathing suits. Granted, most bathing suits these days consist of postage stamps and dental floss, but whatever. Long-line strapless corset, garter belt with allowances for sets of slim blades to be held up above each stocking.
"Give it." She holds out her hand as she walks toward him, fingers flicking as she demands he hand over the tie. She's going to have to teach him how to do this at some point. Not tonight, though. They have places to be.