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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 19, 2009 13:28:23 GMT -5
Adrien had vanished earlier Saturday, telling Adrian he'd be back, and true to his word he had been. He'd simply needed to buy a dress. He was wearing it now as they walked down to a nightclub Adrien had recommended, and Adrien was chattering away. He looked utterly, devastatingly convincing as a girl tonight, moreso than he did when with Divine. His peach-colored dress was a bit short, but his legs were not so masculine that they could not be fixed a pair of stockings, and his shoes were more than shown off. While not off the shoulder, the shirt-sleeves were gathered and foofed enough to disguise boyish shoulders and upper arms, and there was just enough of a ruffle to the stitches on the front for the fact that he had a very girlish and padded bra on beneath to be quite hidden. In fact, his collarbone was shown off rather nicely by this, and offset by the string of pearls he'd added. To further confuse - or rather, to better his appearance - he had also worn a pair of sheer mesh gloves that were ruched dramatically enough to conceal anything masculine about his arms. He wasn't sure there was a lot, but it didn't hurt to be careful. He wasn't wearing a hat, but he was wearing a considerable amount of liquid eyeliner and mascara, and his pout was rather more pink than usual. His hair was pomaded instead. It curled a bit at the cheekbones.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 19, 2009 13:44:01 GMT -5
Adrian still had to fight off the occasional thought along the lines of "what the hell am I doing", but he'd learned by now- especially after Thursday's... unfortunate incident that didn't quite come to pass- that Adrien wasn't especially easy to stay angry at or cold towards. Somehow, seeing him dressed like this only heightened that impression, though there was a definite snag in one regard.
"Adrien," he said quietly, leaning toward him to make up for the lowered volume, "your voice rather gives the game away."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 19, 2009 13:46:58 GMT -5
He blushed, smiled, and re-pitched it. It was still low, but considerably softer, and wouldn't have been out of place on a pretty alto who smoked.
"Is this better?"
Adrian was not dressed like Adrian Veidt, so to speak, but going out dancing wasn't the sort of thing you wore a sweater to. They had to be extra on their toes. (Although Adrien was wearing heels so he already was!)
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 19, 2009 13:52:36 GMT -5
"I suppose so."
He put an arm around Adrien's slender shoulders, both to show him some affection and to turn the boy's body inward, to make it a little harder for anyone passing them to see him very clearly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 19, 2009 14:01:18 GMT -5
Adrien wrapped his arms around his waist and tilted his head back to beam at him.
"We'll be there soon enough, and no one'll be able to hear me 'cept you."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 19, 2009 14:04:55 GMT -5
He looked at him and lifted an eyebrow, rather doubtful but smiling.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 19, 2009 14:15:15 GMT -5
"I've never had a loud voice!" Adrien protested as they turned a corner.
They didn't immediately notice the young man standing on it and strutting, but he saw them and wolf-whistled with impressive and threatening loudness.
"Hey, little lady, hey, sir, s'she for - Heyyyyy. Hey hey hey!"
Adrien had spun around almost immediately out of Adrian's arms to dash over with a shriek of laughter and a greeting of his own.
"Well look at you!"
"First Co - "
"You're the one in the skirt, not me," said First Communion wryly, taking out his cigarette and blowing gently on Adrien's face, a genuine grin on his own. Adrien air-kissed. First Communion dragged him over by the waist and kissed him on the mouth.
"Aw, you're gonna smudge me - "
"Peacock," said his friend, letting him go with an expression that was an odd mix of bashful and sly, as though he saw what he could get away with but it still embarrassed him. He flicked his cigarette at him. "Whatever happened to the nice blue one?"
"It's too tight - you can't tell that I'm - "
"That is the point."
"You!" Adrien punched him in the shoulder and his friend stumbled back, laughing, and put his hands out to put them on Adrien's shoulders to hold him back.
"Well, where'd you get that? It's all second-hand - "
"Yeah, pawn shop. You don't think it's nice? It's better than the blue one - " Adrien sounded typically troubled, lower lip big and pouty in confusion.
First Communion notably rolled his eyes, however good-naturedly.
"Richest men in Europe completely wasted on you," he said. "March had you for free, didn't he? Whatever Veidt's paying you it's less than you're worth and a hell of a lot less than he can afford - "
Adrien had flushed and taken a few steps back, towards Adrian again, swallowing. First Communion didn't seem to notice.
"Be seeing you," said Adrien faintly, interrupting him.
"Yeah, sure." First Communion went back to his stoop, taking out another cigarette. As Adrien turned to leave, with a companion First Communion had apparently not at all recognized (which was a good thing, wasn't it? There was that, at least), he called back, "Heyyy. You weren't at the party last week! Danie said you were with him."
Adrien's steps faltered momentarily, and then he shouted back, "I was!", though he didn't stop walking.
"Ain't a substitute for cash, darling!"
Adrien was flushed and very subdued after that.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 19, 2009 14:30:07 GMT -5
It wasn't the first time Adrian had been mistaken for a member of the criminal underclasses, and this time hadn't ended with him being beaten by a pulp even long after the "mistake" had been cleared up (not that this was much of a possibility now anyway), so it was hard to figure out what made this particular occurence so infuriating.
"Your friends..." he began, rather judgmentally.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 19, 2009 14:31:47 GMT -5
"That was First Communion!" Adrien jumped in with, suddenly in hostess-mode, rather frenzied. "He let me borrow his waiter suit - you remember that?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 19, 2009 14:34:42 GMT -5
"Yes, I do."
Oh, how kind of you to taint that memory.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 19, 2009 14:36:13 GMT -5
Adrien was beginning to relax again.
"He didn't recognize you," Adrien pointed out, appearing to find something worthy of happy-making again.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 19, 2009 14:38:46 GMT -5
"He thought I was a pimp."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 19, 2009 14:42:25 GMT -5
Adrien beamed at him shyly.
It might take a moment, but it would become apparent that he was acceding to this description, and finding it incredibly dashing and handsome.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 19, 2009 14:43:45 GMT -5
"Oh, don't tell me you actually like-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 19, 2009 14:47:40 GMT -5
Adrien looked wretched, though only because Adrian was upset, not because he felt bad about his opinions. It wouldn't have occurred to him to feel otherwise.
"It's not about actually pimping," he said. "I don't like that. It's about the - the look. It's stylish. What looks like a pimp here would look like - well - a you elsewhere."
Although he did sound doubtful.
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