Posted June 21, 2021, 12:19 p.m. by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Scottish Lord) in Intergalactic Drama Llama
Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Intergalactic Drama Llama
Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Scottish Lord) in Intergalactic Drama Llama
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“And their politeness didn’t offend your punk sensibilities?” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, eyes twinkling. “Cochrane told me that S’Tek describes your music as ‘unceremoniously honest.’ So I figure if he’s such a fan and wants you hosting parties. Why not play to that. You get your jeans and t-shirts, and he gets a representative of a unique culture from Earth. Unless you want to play up the Scottish Lord. But I will have to insist on pants. The idea of you running around in a kilt without me around, is devastating.” Revna turned into a shop, full of clothes and a very eager tailor and his assistant. In short order they had both Mike and Revna in dressing rooms with a seemingly endless trail of clothes for each. Revna was miserable.
Revna ‘You’ll Find Out in a Few Days’ McKenzie“How a Scottish Punk Lord?” he called out from the dressing room. He emerged in a ‘suit’… charcoal gray pinstripe, black and white checkered shirt with a skull-shaped bolo tie with red gems inset in eye sockets, and combat boots. “I can bring back my mohawk, too. Whatdya think?” he said with a grin.
Mike ‘I Make This Look Good‘ McKenzie
“Give me a second…or more…” and then muttered descriptive curses could be heard issuing from his wife’s mouth. “I’m a diplomat not a call girl. Oh my gods no....” Then her voice trailed off in a flurry Norwegian that was all to full of frustration. Finally the room went quiet and there was an audible sigh and a mumbled “might do.” Revna stepped out and gave Mike a thorough twice over, her eyes full of laughter and heat. “Oh yeah, I like that.” She was wearing brown suede lace up sandals to her calves; an asymmetrical dress that ended just below her knees in front but floor length in the back. It wrapped across the front creating a soft v-neck collar and tunic like sleeves, in a deep shade of wine.
Revna ‘Why is This So Hard?’ McKenzieMike nodded appreciatively and then grinned. “That looks amazing, Rev… really. But uh… can you show me the call girl one? you know… for comparison purposes.” and he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
Mike ‘Thats What She Said’ McKenzie
The tailor nodded enthusiastically, “Yes he must see it. I am sure your husband will like it.” Revna turned an ice cold glare at the man. “I’m sure he will and I am also sure I’m NOT walking around in that…that…whatever it is you called that. I asked for outfits for official diplomatic functions. That does not fit the requirements.” The man shrugged, he was certain it would be lovely. Difficult customers were the core of his business. She just had to understand he knew better than her. Revna went back into the dressing room and tossed a small black and red thing at Mike. “I am not putting that on and coming out of this room.” Holding it up would show the shape of a halter top mini dress all in sheer black with two strategically placed red satin bands and that was it.
Revna ‘That Doesn’t Even Count As Something Comfortable’ McKenzie
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