An Unkindness of Ravens (The IC)

[MacabreFox]

Rue had finally found something to wear, after running to one of the local dress shops in Chinatown. Literally, she ran. The store was owned by an elderly woman and her niece. After explaining her dilema, they eagerly began to help Rue. Left and right, they threw dresses at her from every direction, and of every shade and style too. Soon a quarel set amongst the trio as they all began to assert their ideas to one another in Chinese. The noise was quite like that of a henhouse.

Finally, and rather awkwardly, Rue settled on a dress. It was a simple red dress, form fitting with a square neckline. The dress was a deep, almost endless red, inferno red if you would. Shyly, she emerged from the dressing room, and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. The dress complimented her lithe body, and even displayed her cleavage.

Back at her place, Rue waited for Mark. She had put on matching red lipstick, and even mascara. However, she still wore her dirty Chuck's. Hidden away on her body, Rue had a dagger strapped to the outside of her thigh. You know, in case anything happened. Standing on the stoop outside, where Mark had dropped her off earlier, she waited. Touching her fohawk, Rue made sure it was in place still.

[Mercenary Lord]

"Hey, wait!" Lesley rushed down the spiral staircase, ending up in front of Mark. "Are you seriously planning to wear that?"

Mark frowned. "Yes?" It was a question. He was generally fond of his tuxedo. It matched his style, he thought. Lesley shook her head.

"No, not the suit, that shirt. It's...blue."

"Yes."

"A blue shirt under a black tux. Are you sure?"

"Yes. It looks nice." He held up a hand, forestalling further words. "And, it's the only tux shirt I own as of this moment."

Lesley shrugged, and walked off. "Have fun, then."

He shrugged in return, and headed for his car. This time around, he hopped into the Mercedes Benz he had inherited. Rick would throw a fit if Mark didn't show in his most expensive car and attire. The engine revved, sputtered, and caught, and then Mark was off, heading for the gate. He stopped at the checkpoint as his security team checked the perimeter, and then the gate slid open around the bend. Mark zipped out onto the street rapidly, heading for the little store he had last visited.

He pulled up to the store to see Rue standing outside, waiting. She looked good. Her hair was up, although it didn't diminish the look. Red dress, matching lipstick. This would be very interesting. Mark cut the engine, and stepped out, walking up to the woman with a smile. "Hey." He stopped right in front of her. "You're looking good tonight. Ready to go?"

He opened the car door on the passenger side, as he always had.

[MacabreFox]

The Mercedes Benz pulled up along the sidewalk, Rue spotted Mark as he exited the car, a black tux with a blue shirt underneath. Wow...did he look fine. Rue smiled shyly at Mark, "Thank you...I had to go buy this dress today...I didn't own anything to wear to this sort of event." Ruellen said as she slid into the Benz, as he held the door open for her. She could feel her heart beat race as she buckled herself into the car. What in the hell was she doing? Here she was, heading out to the White Butterfly with Mark Bao, holy fuck. And she wasn't wearing her bandages around her chest either. Honestly, she felt vulnerable and under attack. Her legs trembled as she sat inside. Her mind going through the courses of anxiety. Not only that, but she was in charge of security tonight. How was that going to work? She was Mark's date after all, so would she be by his side, or was Rick going to send her away for survelliance? She wanted to be by Mark's side, but at the same time, Rue didn't want to draw attention to herself at the event. Her nerves were overworking already and they hadn't even left for the restaurant yet. She wondered what Suki would wear. Perhaps Suki could have given her some help with her choice of attire for tonight. Hell, she had her number now. Rue nearly face palmed herself, she was getting all worked up for nothing.