paradisa | EIGHTH SHOT

Short with tights is hot. How do you feel about heels?

Nothing towering, but I could probably get the hang of lower ones pretty fast. Maybe. I'll give them a shot, because god knows my skinny ass could use the help.

Strong ankles go a long way and the really expensive ones are easier to walk in than you'd think, anyhow. I'll just make sure castle wonderfuck coughs up a perfect fit and you should be fine.

[She concentrates on a bunch of different alternatives she remembers from the fashion magazines she'd been reading between torture sessions with Crowley. A rolling rack full of dark, short, tight, and sexy things in exactly Tess' size appears along with a bunch of coordinated accessories. Meg grins - she's been wanting to test the limits on what this place could do fashion-wise for a little personal justice ever since the whole catsuit thing.]

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Joel's going to have a fucking heart attack if he sees me all dolled up.

[Tess's eyes widen a touch -- she's never seen anything quite like this outside of movies, especially not for her. It's a little overwhelming, and Tess finds herself completely at a loss. Everything looks good. They all look incredible.

She pulls out one dress to look at it closer.]

Wow.

You bet he is. [She raises an eyebrow.] Someone special from back home land here with you, too?

[Meg tops off their drinks again while Tess checks out the goods. Meg had always pretty much just stolen or charged whatever she wanted to fake credit cards, so she was plenty spoiled, but even she was a little in awe of how easy magic made it.]

Incredible right?

Definitely incredible.

[She holds it up to her, moving over to a mirror just to hold it against herself and imagine. She could just try it on, but even that feels strange.]

Joel's my partner. Co-worker. He's used to seeing me in ratty jeans and beat-up button-ups and with my hair a mess. I don't think he's ever seen me in something nice.

Well then, Joel sure is in for a treat. We'll have to make sure we run into him somehow. I might have to do a little drive by of my own, come to think of it.

[She can identify, to say the least, and fleetingly makes a mental note to be sure to run into Cas that night, one way or another. He'd never seen her in anything besides jeans and scrubs, even here in the castle.

The way Tess emphasizes that they're co-workers makes her especially curious about whether there's a little more to their story. Meg won't pry much since she can tell the other woman is about as touchy-feely as she is, but a little casual girl talk never killed anyone.]

What line of work were you guys in?

[Tess isn't sure she wants Joel to see her like this, honestly. He seems pretty happy with her boring, unadorned self –– why change that? But then again, why not? It's not like she intends to do this ever again beyond special occasions.

Tess turns in the mirror to see how short it'll be.]

We were in sales. The ah... underground kind.

[She nods towards the gun on the table.]

[Meg nods and chuckles.]

Gotcha. I've done plenty of underground work, too.

I heard from someone that there was another smuggler in the castle. That you, or someone else?

[Tess sets the hanger back on the rack and picks up the next.]

Probably not known for it around here, but I've certainly done my fair share of that. Most people around here probably just know me as a bartender.

[Meg thinks up a bunch of choices for herself from what she can remember of the last fall fashion week and starts going through her own rack of dresses.]

I'm still looking for that person, then. Two mercenaries, as well. Heard of any?

[Tess holds up another dress.]

Too much cleavage?

Can't say that I have.

[Meg is way too self-involved to actually find out let alone remember everyone's vocations. She laughs.]

I guess I don't really care that much.

[Tess chuckles, a little dryly.]

Fair enough.

[She glances to see what Meg is picking.]

What got you into underground work?

[She glances over and gives Tess a once over regarding her previous question.]

Nah. Especially since you're wearing tights, I'd say it's just the right amount.

[Given that she hasn't really bothered to hide it much, Meg sees no point in beating around the bush and answers matter-of-factly as she holds two dresses up for comparison.]

Kind of comes with the territory for us demons.

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[Demons. Tess pauses. What the fuck.]

Should I ask...?

[Meg shrugs.]

If you want. If I cared, I wouldn't have mentioned it. I'm sure you've heard weirder crap than that here by now.

[What does she even say? I come from a world full of people who have been infected by a fungus that takes control of their minds and bodies? She'd be stupid to be upset about demons. But it is fucking strange, still.]

You don't have little pointy horns and a tail, so what does being a demon even mean?

[Meg's always up for a philosophical chat, but she doesn't want to go overboard on the dark and twisted shit that is her existence. Not the most fun conversation material.]

Nope, no horns. Once upon a time I was just a regular girl, but I ran into some trouble and ended up selling my soul. Where I'm from, you get 10 years on your deal and then you get dragged down to the pit. I'll spare you the gory details, but it certainly changes a person.

I'll take your word for it.

[Awkward.]

So you're, what, back from hell? Still working on your ten years?

Oh, God no, that was up a long time ago. I stick to Earth when I can. Our entire universe is pretty fucked at this point, but it's still better than the alternative.

[Her voice softens a little. The entire last year she spent as Crowley's favorite chew toy wasn't one of her favorite topics. She fingers the hem of another dress absentmindedly.]

But yeah, that's, uh, where I was before I ended up here. I stuck my neck out to help some friends ended up getting caught off guard and captured. The guy in charge isn't exactly my biggest fan. [She rolls her eyes and chuckles, trying to lighten the mood again.] Politics, right?

[She raises an eyebrow.]

Yeah, some politics. Sorry, I just don't get this cosmic shit. It's far beyond me.

Fuck, I don't get it half the time and I'm part of it. It's all bullshit anyway. Egos and temper tantrums and power struggles. As far as I'm concerned, getting blasted to this castle and away from everything but the one thing in my world that I actually would want to keep around is the best thing to happen to me in a while.

[Tess picks through the rest of the dresses, but decides the one in her hand is good enough. It doesn't seem too fitted, which will be good to hide how bony she is. It's a good distraction, too, from thinking about the implications of demons being real.]

Yeah? It's a blessing to us both, then. A good vacation.

Damn right.

[Meg pulls a short, dark blue lace Dolce & Gabbana out and looks it over before holding it up.]

I think this might be the one. Having any luck over there?

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