Room 407: Belated Anniversary Antics Begin Here

[the_merriest]

Rikku was hyper. This was not all that unusual. Rikku was knocking on her Jude-dude's door and singing "Cuban Pete" with the appropriate rumba shimmies. Sadly? Also not that unusual.

She was also really, really hoping that Jude actually snagged her a pimp-hat. She had no bling. Hopefully that could be remedied.

In the meantime: "When I start to dance everything goes, chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom!"

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[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude threw open the door with a grin. He was in his traditional date-clothes of tuxedo t-shirt and dinner jacket (he had considered the Suit, but he thought that if they actually wanted to leave the room the other might be best) and there was another suit laid out on the bed.

Complete with fuzzy hat. And cane.

[the_merriest]

Rikku stared, clapping a hand over her mouth.

"No way," she giggled. "No WAY!"

She bounced up and down a couple of times, giggling even harder, and then there was a tackleglomping. One of epic proportions.

When they stopped for breath, she grinned at him. "You are the best boyfriend ever."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"I know," he said mellowly, trying to hide his grin.

[the_merriest]

"Can I put it on? I mean ... can I wear it out? For our date? Is that gonna be weird? Do you care if it's weird?" She was already peeling off her shirt, eyeing the bright clashing orange-and-neon-green fabric with a laugh. "'Cause I totally don't care if it's weird and I'm gonna call myself Big Daddy R 'cause that sounds like a fun pimp name and you don't care, do you?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude quickly closed the door. Hey, that was his eyeful. "If you want to," he chuckled. "Totally clashes with my outfit, though."

[the_merriest]

Rikku considered his outfit as she wriggled out of her shorts.

"Aren't you supposed to be my ho?" she asked, pulling on the bright purple hideous pants.

Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah. But I dunno what boy-hos look like."

[the_merriest]

Rikku pulled the oversize coat on, then fastened the necklace around her neck. Dude. Bling. Best. Ever.

"What'd you think?" she asked, tossing the hat onto her head and reaching for her pimp cane. Pimp cane. Dude. "And I thought you had a miniskirt. For disguise. That sounds pretty ho to me."

She inspected the mirror. ... Dude.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"You want me to wear the miniskirt?" he laughed. "Dude, that looks even more awesome on you."

[the_merriest]

"I know!!" Rikku clapped her hands excitedly. "Yes! Do it! Get all dolled up and wear something skanky and you can be my ho and I'll be all pimped out and we'll confuse the crap out of people, won't that be so great!??"

She blushed. "I mean, uh, unless that's really weird? You don't have to."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude leaned over and kissed her lightly. "You're totally insane. I love you."

He strolled over to his closet and began rummaging. A red wig flew over his shoulder, followed by a skanky little shirt.

"Can you grab the lipstick? It's in the top drawer, next to my screwdriver . . ."

[the_merriest]

"You have lipstick?" she giggled, rifling through his drawers. "I suck at lipstick. I hope you're better at putting it on than I am. I always look like a clown or a hooker."

She stopped, considering. "Whoa. I guess that's kinda perfect, huh?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude popped his head back out. "Bra, I'm friends with Caitlin. I totally know how to put on lipstick." He disappeared again.

[the_merriest]

"I should have you teach me," she mused, checking her reflection and trying to determine how many buttons she should undo. "I kinda don't ever wear it 'cause I suck at it. I should've asked Caitlin how to do hair, when we were in Toronto. 'Cause mine kinda doesn't do anything."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"It looked pretty that time we all went out," Jude muttered from somewhere, apparently, three rooms down.

[the_merriest]

"I don't know what she did to it," Rikku said, shaking her head mournfully. "When I do it, it just sticks out in all directions. She kinda tried to explain, but it was spray this and moose that and then hold it with the curler iron for twenty seconds and spray it again and ... it seems like a lot of work just to have your hair not suck."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Your hair doesn't suck," Jude said, a pair of disturbingly cute panties flying out of the closet behind him.

[the_merriest]

"I don't know what to do with it," Rikku said. She scooped up the panties, looked at them, and then peered in the closet towards Jude. "Uh. Is there ... something I should know, about you?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude poked his head out again. "Huh?" He looked at the panties and blinked. "Oh. Those. Caitlin told me I wasn't allowed to wear boxers with a mini-skirt."

[the_merriest]

Rikku giggled. "They'd kinda ... be longer than the skirt, wouldn't they?"

She examined the panties, laughing. "I so can't picture you in these. That's, uh. That's just weird."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"This is totally your idea, remember," Jude pointed out, finally emerging with mini-skirt in hand. He draped it over a chair and pulled off his t-shirt.

[the_merriest]

"I didn't realize panties would be involved," she giggled, reaching out to brush a hand over his chest. "Although you stripping is a total plus."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude wiggled his hips as he undid his belt, humming a bad burlesque version of 'Big Spender'.

[the_merriest]

"Shake it, don't break it," Rikku giggled, stepping a little closer.

Okay, she totally had to lean over and nibble on his earlobe. That was a given, right?

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude, thoroughly distracted by that, managed to stab himself in the thumb with his belt buckle. His shorts slid to the floor with a thump.