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Markus chuckled a bit at Adrienne's words. "Okay, I won't make you look foolish. I'll say it's a surprise and then I'll look stupid when you see it is just a bunch of cars. How's that sound?" The words had hardly left his mouth when Madeline bagan shaking her sister, and becoming frantic about some kind of dress. "Okay, what? What dress? Who's picking? What are you talking about?" He was hopelessly lost. Well, that's girls for you.

"That would not have anything to do with that... ensemble you were wearing at dinner, would it?" Alyekzander asked of Adrienne. If that were the case, he would personally see to it that this ritual did not take place! He half expected the thing came boxed with complimentary spiders and webs for that extra ambiance. "Very well. There is no reason we have to inform either of our parents before it is too late for them to interfere beyond footing the bill. It is not as though you planned to invite them. Did you?"

Markus watched for a moment longer before something clicked. "Wait a minute. I mean, this will be a pool party, won't it? Why should anybody wear a dress? Won't you and your friends be wearing swim suits?"

Adrienne shuddered. "Who cares if it's a pool party? Certainly not Mother. Hell no, I ain't switching. What if it's pink again?" She looked disgusted, sick, and horribly intrigued, all at the same time. "It was pink last time, and you know how Mother likes to repeat what she views as her 'better' choices. 'Sides, it's my turn right after it's yours. Ugh." Adrienne shot Alyek a mock pout. "You didn't like my dress? And here I went to all the trouble of dressing up." A sudden thought hit her; what if next time, when it was her turn, she had someone she needed to impress? "Actually, I'll switch," She told her sister quickly. "You take my turn."

The hell if she was going to pass that up. Adrienne smiled evilly. "Oh, well, if you absolutely insist, who am I to try and convince you not to?" She said, laughing. "I'll keep my music h-double-you, though. God knows you can't play a piano, and I don't want to get in trouble just yet."

"Sweet?" Adrienne wrinkled her nose, managing to look hurt and repelled, all at the same time. "Sweet? Eww. Couragous, benevolent, congenial, altruistic... hell, I'd even take sisterly, but sweet? Anything would be better than that," Being described as sweet was extremely unpleasant to her. "It was calculating, is what it was."

Alyekzander laughs, though not very loud. It's more of a subdued chuckle after which he literally wipes his amusement from his face. Well, mostly. "What a strange lot you all are. I may have to show my face at this party just long enough to see what the fuss is all about. But fret not; I will likely vanish again before you register my presence."

"Your wording was fine; I was not offended. I simply do not do parties. It is nothing personal." Or rather, Alyekzander did go to parties; under duress. It was easier to follow his father to some event, play nice and sip at a drink all night than it was to make an excuse for himself. And there was always something to be learned when you were sober amongst a throng of drunken old rich men. There was nothing to gain from average teenage girls that interested him in the slightest.

They entered the garage, the next spot on Markus' tour. And there were cars, of course. Somehow he imagined it would not be of much interest to the girls. Car, car, car, motorcycle; oh, would wonders never cease? His own car was the rarely touched, Malachite Green Metallic 911 Porche GT2 with black leather interior. Well, at least with these girls he should not have to hear yet again how the Porsche was the pack mule of luxury cars. Though they would probably still laugh if he admitted he'd picked it only because he saw one in passing and loved the color. As rarely as he left his home, he barely needed a car at all, so he chose one he could enjoy looking at.