#benjee.

"Now, I know this is borin' and all that but please bare with me..." Rosetta said, biting her lip before turning back to her closet. Pageant season was stressing her out big time and she had invited Benjee over for lunch or to hang out but the moment he got there she went to her closet in a tizzy. She pulled out her two frilliest, pinkest dresses and held them up in front of her. "Which one screams winner to you? The final look is the most important and I just can't decide! These are two different shades of pink after all! It's not an easy choice!"

Rosetta knew that pageant season was coming and she needed to have her game face on. That meant it was time for an entirely new wardrobe, new tricks, new hair, nails...everything! It was putting her in a little bit of a tizzy but that tended to be her normal state of mind when it came to these things. She hated to lose, so she was always doing the most to make sure she was prepared enough to win. She knew she should have invited one of her friends to go shopping with her to keep her on track but she also knew most of them hated her pageants with a passion. Going into it alone was a little upsetting at times, but it was Rosetta liked to do so she had to settle with that.

She was just about to start the long process when she noticed a familiar face walking by. Surely he wouldn't want to help her pick out a hundred frilly dresses but she couldn't help but smile when she saw him. "Benjee!" she called out with a wave, feeling silly already for even considering her proposal to him. "Whatcha up to, hun? Are ya busy? I have a really ridiculous favor to ask if you're not...."

Rosetta was in full pageant prepping mode. Picking up her dresses from the tailors, getting her nails done, a haircut, and making sure she was looking her best for her upcoming competition. She had done just about everything but pick up her dresses and was running throughout Evermore like a crazy person. She knew she didn’t have much time if she wanted to make it home and catch up on her programs. Sometimes she felt like a healthy mix between a youthful debutante and somebody’s grandmother. As she made her way down the sidewalk she felt herself step into something sticky and she looked down at the ground horrified. One of her new shoes was stuck in an impressively large wad of gum and now she didn’t know what to do. She tried to move her foot but the shoe wouldn’t budge with her and she was seriously regretting not going to the gym the many times she said she was going to. She was too dainty for her own good. Looking around she spotted a rather beautiful specimen of man and waved an arm in his direction. “’Scuse me! Do you have a min to help out a girl down on her luck?”