Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

Ada had thumbs.

This was cause for celebration. In this case, celebration looked a lot like getting out her sewing kit, and getting to work on the alterations request backlog and picking out the most complicated, detailed-intensive job that they had.

You celebrate your way, and she'd celebrate in hers.

Demon Marcus was open!

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Aaaada," Dante called - the grin audible in his voice before she could even see it - as he swaggered into the shop.

Yeah, it was definitely a celebrating kind of week. "'Sup?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Daaaaaaaaaaante," she called back, looking up from her sewing with a matching grin. "Well well, look what th' Cat dragged into my shop."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante held his hands up. "Nobody dragged me," he said. "Came all by myself."

He wandered towards her. "Be flattered," he joked.

[boneyard_girl]

"Be still m' heart," she said, placing one hand on her forehead and pretending to swoon. "You came all this way just to visit with little me."

The sarcasm was strong with this one.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante made wide eyes at her - as he went around poking at her work. "Yeah, you better throw yourself at my feet," he said. "And maybe I'll think about draggin' you down to my mansion in the country to get married."

[boneyard_girl]

He better poke carefully; if he pricked himself on any of the pins holding the new seam in place, she'd laugh.

"Oh, could we? And have six adorable children each prettier than the last?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"And we'll be rich as fuck," Dante agreed, yanking his fingers away from a pin just in time. "Rich enough we can get away with dressing them all up as sailors and making them be in creepy family pictures."

[boneyard_girl]

Ada looked at him, horrified at the very idea. "That's a Thing?" she asked, incredulous. "...maybe we should leave marriage an' kids for other people. Family pictures ain't really my style."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I think it's something rich people do?"

Dante did not know rich people. At all.

"But y'know what, messing around and getting laid seems like a better idea." Beat. "What're you doing?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Rich people are weird." They were in total agreement on that; Ada'd never had a good interaction with any rich Townie. They tended to want things that weren't theirs.

"'M sewing," she said, holding up the dress she was working on. "It needed some seams taken in, an' hem up, an' adding pockets...nice, small work it takes thumbs t' do."

Her coping mechanisms, let her show them to you.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Guess you don't miss those hooves," Dante said, picking at a sleeve of... something. "Looks nice, Ades."

[boneyard_girl]

"Those hooves were terrible," she said, making a face. "Couldn't do nothin' that required finesse."

"But thanks. Started sewing t' make hand-me-downs fit better, but now I like doin' it for fun," she admitted, smiling at her work. "It's easier sometimes to make a dress I like, than tryin' to shop for one."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Maybe you can make me something sometime," Dante said, grinning up at her. "'s pretty cool."

[boneyard_girl]

"You show me a picture of what you want an' I'll give it a go," she promised, setting her project under the counter and out of the way. "So what trouble are you up to today?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Bugging my favorite mermaid to see when she wants to get up to trouble?" Dante said, still beaming at her.

In that 'winning grin and a sing-song' kind of way.

[boneyard_girl]

"I better be your favorite mermaid," Ada laughed, shaking her head. "'M your only mermaid!"

Really, Dante, you're lucky you're cute.

"You're in luck 'cause my shift's almost over, so just give me fifteen t' clean up an lock her up tight?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"That's what she said," Dante said, because... well, because.

He stuck his hands in his pockets. "Sounds like a plan, though," he said. "We can get the hell out of here, power back to Baltimore."

[boneyard_girl]

"Do I get that ride on your motorcycle you promised me?" Ada asked, lighting up with glee. Because that sounded like a fantastic plan.

She glanced down at her summer uniform of short-shorts and tank-top. "Do I need t' change for this adventure, or am I good t' go?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nah, you look fine," Dante said, giving her a once-over. "Enough to distract anybody we might wanna convince to pay for dinner, right?"

[boneyard_girl]

"I got fingers again," she said, wriggling them at him with a grin. "We don't gotta convince anyone."

Just... liberate their wallet.

[rebelseekspizza]

"That's kinda what I was getting at," Dante said, reaching for her wriggling hand. "I was trying to talk sneaky about it."

[boneyard_girl]

Laughing, she let him take her hand. "Oh, sneaky, huh? So we're not flashin' people t' get our way tonight, got it," she teased. "You said 'convince,' I thought I was gonna need t' grab a fancy bra."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Naw, we just need them looking at your legs instead of your sticky fingers," Dante said, giving those fingers a squeeze.