Bleed for Fashion

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“Fine, fine, don’t come,” he said, talking over the phone as he took a drag from his cigarette. “I’ll get you out to Nightshade with me one of these days. Oui, je le sais, vous etes- It’s fun! Yes, yes, I’ll go to your place, too. Next week, then? I’ll tell her you said hi. Yes, she’ll be fine for the morning shoot.”

A couple of kiss sounds later, and Ary hung up the phone, finishing his cigarette and discarding it. He then rang the little bell up to Jeanne’s apartment, and when she answered, he lit another cigarette.

“No Etienne, but we are ready to go.”

It was late, but not overly late, near eleven, a good time to show up when the crowd wasn’t crazy necessarily but it promised to be. Room at the bar maybe to order a drink. Evangeline boofed excitedly at Ary so he knelt down and ruffled her fur, smoking to the side so as not to smoke directly at her, just waiting for Jeanne to come down.

She was out the door, locking the apartment behind her and bouncing her way down the steps in a flash. Her dress, black but with bits of glitter making it look like the night sky, was tight to her hips before falling into a flouncy skater skirt bottom. Oh yes, she was ready for the evening. 

Out the door and on the street, she twirled a single time, landing before Ary and giving him a peck on the cheek before leaning down to pat the dearest Evangeline. She had been won the same night as her own Litwick, prizes for a costume contest where the pair had absolutely demolished the competition. 

“I am ready, my Fox. Let us go forth and own the night.” 

“Cela est la notre,” he replied, blowing a particularly large stream of smoke into the otherwise fresh air. He clicked his tongue at Evangeline, and they began walking. “She’ll be the death of me one of these days.”

The puppy yipped, and eyed every living and non living thing they passed on their way to the club. It was Thursday, so Nightshade would have a local DJ they both knew, she’d been working since that other era, and the bartender would be the new one, the tall, quiet one with the dark aesthetic but a light demeanor, alongside an old favorite.

“Michelle et Henri serve, tonight. Think we can drink for free? I feel stiff but I want to dance for Lo-Reine.”