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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:26 pm
"Dates only huh?"
Writ tilted his head at the sign posted next to the entrance of the club he wanted to get into. Easy enough. He walked towards the back of the line and scanned for any potential ladies that may be lacking an escort. He went a whole block without seeing a woman who wasn't clinging onto someone else's arm.
Then he found Quinn hanging around the back of the line. At least he think he had. The teenager looked like any other raver, sans-feathers and wings. So it was about 50-50 that this kid was a godling. He put a hand on Quinn's shoulder
"I leave you for a month, and you grow like a weed" Writ smirked, "What are they putting in the water?
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:37 pm
Quinn was wearing something covering his torso. This was strange and foreign to him, and he moved around uncomfortably under the hoodie. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt, just the hoodie, but it still felt stifling. He would never be let into Gary Fond's party with huge black scars on his chest, though.
Stupid Vale and his stupid markings and his stupid making me less hot. At least the rainbow was cute.
"Apparently something that makes everyone either a guy or taken." He glared up at Writ, but it wasn't directed at him. "Not that I really want to go in here with a girl, anyway. But this party only happens once a year. I've heard about it. It rocks! I need a female date, though." He sighed, and stepped out of line, standing next to Writ. "No reason to stay in line, I can't get in right now, anyway."
Quinn scanned Writ up and down, and grinned. "I'm so much taller now!" He poked Writ in the stomach. "How have you been, anyway? I haven't seen you around much. Ugh, lots to talk about."
"So, Gary Fond's a rich jerk. Every year he has another random rule, and this is this year's. It shouldn't be that hard, but I don't know very many women. I don't really hang out with them often." He realized Writ hadn't seen him since he was a kid, and just decided to not elaborate on that comment.
"And I know a few other guys that want to go, but they don't count two guys as 'dates'. So, I don't know what to do." Quinn didn't like being thwarted. He liked being able to do what he wanted, and wasn't going to let this get away from him.
"Do you have any ideas?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 11:08 pm
Two guys? Dates? Writ came to a conclusion, This explains a lot.
Told you. Coyote said pointedly.
"Yea, I want to get in on this party too, I heard this Gary Fond guy has a few things that would fetch a few bucks in that pad of his." Writ sighed, "I have a few lady friends, don't think they'd want to go out with me after I liberated a few things from their houses. Big turn-off, you know?"
Writ took out his pipe and struck a match. He puffed the smoke, "Crow's gone, and she wouldn't be able to get you in anyway. She'd probably like you though, wings an' all."
The reasonable options were exhausted. Writ was about to give up on the whole venture when a pleasantly twisted idea surfaced in his head. An impractical and rather desperate idea to get inside the party. He took a step back, framing Quinn's face with his fingers. Writ nodded to himself. That might actually work. There was a huge grin on his face.
"Hey Quinn, how bad do you want to get into this party?" Writ asked.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:35 am
"Pretty bad," Quinn said, oblivious to the mischief that Writ was coming up with. "This party would rock. And I'd be able to brag about it for ages. Everyone would be jealous."
He leaned in conspiratorally, and grinned. "He's got some really nice artwork that I'm sure pleny of people would pay a lot for, too."
Quinn contemplated what he could do to get in. "So, short of finding girls for both of us to bring in, we're screwed, looks like."
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 9:11 pm
"Not necessarily." Writ grabbed Quinn's arm and turned him around, "If we can't find dates, we'll make one."
It's not like Writ was strapped for cash or anything. This was purely out of spite He had met Gary Fond at a club once, what he saw was a egocentric con-man and possibly a wife-beater. In short, Gary Fond was an a*****e. The thought of stealing from underneath his nose amused him. He dragged his friend a couple of blocks before stopping in front of a woman's clothing store.
"Yeah."
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 2:41 pm
Quinn's brow furrowed, and he let himself be dragged by the other boy. "Make one...?" He looked at the women's clothing store that Writ had dragged him to, and then looked at Writ.
And then the store again.
And then Writ.
And then he grinned.
"Great idea! You'll look amazing in a dress! C'mon!" Before Writ could argue, he ran in and looked around for a suitable outfit. "You're going to need something big, right? 'Cause you're tall. And you don't have...you know." He made cupping motions around his chest. "We can stuff it with newspaper or something."
He found an expensive, lacy bra. "Ooh, cute. You're paying, right? Good." He grabbed a basket and threw it in. "What color dress do you want?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 9:09 pm
"Quinn, wait! I-" The kid was already shopping for him. He looked down at the price tag for the bra.
Crap.
He didn't have that much money to spare! Wait, why was he going through with this? It was his plan to put Quinn into a dress! Writ paused to ponder that last statement.
After letting the kid have his fun, Writ finally let out, "Look, Quinn, I think you're the one who should be the one in the dress."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 4:09 pm
"I'm the one who should be the one in the dress? Well, I'll start off by ignoring how repetetive that sentence was, and move on to telling you: No. You get the dress. What size are you, I wonder? Oo! Let's do this dress!" He picked a bright yellow dress and showed it to Writ. He held it up, then frowned. "Maybe we can get them to let it out a little?"
What else, what else...
"Shoes!" He darted over to the shoe section to find some matching shoes. He picked some high-heeled ones with big yellow flowers on the toes.
"You can wear heels, right? Hooray!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:12 pm
"I don't wear heels, and I think yellow's too-" Writ stopped. What the hell was he saying? Prolonged exposure to Quinn did that to people. He shivered. There were enough players in the game that swung that way.
It isn't that bad. Coyote said with a shrug, I do the same kind of thing to get into parties all the time.
Writ winced at the idea of a female Coyote.What kind of parties do you go to?
Involves naked girls frolicking in the woods. No gods allowed.
That's worth it though.
"Quinn, look, no offense or anything- but you look a hell lot more femmine than I do, you'd probably pass off better in a dress. Besides, don't you think it'd look a little weird if the woman was taller than the man?" Writ strategically left out his shapeshifting powers out of the conversation- since his power surge, he discovered he could change a lot more than just his face.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:47 pm
"No. I don't think it would look wierd at all. It happens a lot. Also, they know me. I do the club scene a lot. They'd recognize the hair, and the feathers. We could hide your features a lot better. Shoes, gloves, and a hat if necessary." He grinned. "Fine, we can get you shoes without heels. Yellow's great! But, if you want, I guess we can go with a different color."
He went back to bustling around the store, then piled all the clothes on the counter.
"He's paying!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 1:18 pm
Writ was grabbing stuff too. He was hoping he could guilt the kid by buying stuff for him. It was a futile plan- Quinn seemed fully into the idea that- Writ shivered at the thought- he was going to be the girl in this couple. Nonetheless, he slammed the pile of Quinn-sized clothing right next to Quinn's Writ-sized clothing. It can't be THAT hard to convince someone like him to put on a dress.
The cashier lady stared.
"It's for his mom. And his sister." He said flatly. He pulled out a stolen wallet from his pocket and pulled out a credit card.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:07 pm
Quinn glared at Writ.
It was on.
He waited for Writ to pay for the dresses, and then yanked them up and charged into the dressing room, expecting Writ to follow him.
"This is what you are wearing. It'll look nice on you! Take off your clothes, and then we can put this on."
Quinn ignored the other pile of clothes that Writ had bought. He was not going to put those on.
Crossdressing was not something he wanted to do.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 9:29 pm
Writ reluctantly followed Quinn to the changing rooms. How else was he going to get Quinn into this thing? A pair of curious employees looked at the two with perplexed expressions on their faces.
"I dunno, I think this would look good on you." Writ pushed Quinn's choice out of the way and made way for his shiny white dress.
Crossdressing wasn't his thing either.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 9:34 pm
Quinn glared at him. Again.
"No, this would NOT look good on me. Besides," He looked pointedly at Writ's chest, "Your boobs are much more convincing." He had meant it to be passive agressive, and was proud of himself.
"So, you could put this on now, or things could get nasty." A small lightning bolt jumped from one hand to the other, to illustrate his point. "So?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 9:49 pm
Writ pulled the collar of his poncho and looked down.
"Nope, nothin' there but man." He lifted up his shirt to make his point.
Writ glared at Quinn. He refrained from using his fear aura. He didn't want to scare the kid half to death.
"You really don't want to wear a dress that badly? You only need to wear it till you get in." Writ threw his hands in a flourish and showed Quinn his claws. This kid had to be kidding.
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