A Girl's Night Out
“…..Bianchi….” It was one thing that Bianchi knew of a certain regrettable relationship between the doctor and the scientist, it was another that she did not how it ended, or why it was still a touchy subject. “Look, I really don’t want to attract his attention or attention in general. If you’re going to force me out and about in a little make over escapade, at least have it be solely for me and not so I can be in a ‘happy relationship.’” If her point wasn’t clear: Verde did not want Bianchi playing match maker in her life. As she sighed, Verde pulled Bianchi aside before she could her…. show her whatever it was she was planning.
“Oi oi…. Bianchi, can you… If you hear people talking about my past relationships, can you please tell them to stop? Things between he and I didn’t end well and it’s a bit of a sensitive topic…” Verde’s arms were folded as she began to stare at her feet. Things really were better this way, but for a short while Verde had…some amount of faith in the relationship. She at the very least expected somewhat more care than simply being a last resort. Harsh, but that was more or less how she felt around Shamal. He could flirt with fifty girls and if they all said no, there was always a lonely Verde who could use some kind words and affection. Thinking back on it only made Verde frown more and continue to avoid eye contact. It was difficult to match the other’s enthusiasm when she was still feeling hurt over something so stupid.
“I actually enjoy dressing up from time to time, so it’s not as though I am ignorant to everything, Bianchi. It’s simply impractical to wear nice things when I’m in my lab.” The only true deal breakers of the night that may become very clear: nothing too revealing, and no contacts. Don’t even try it, Bianchi. The glasses are a key part to her charm.
“But... well, alright.” Bianchi couldn’t imagine how anyone would want to do a makeover so that they wouldn’t catch people’s attentions, but she could certainly understand doing a makeover so that it would make oneself feel great. “I’ve got just the perfect thing for you... even if you might refuse it at first~”
Her cheery statements trailed off as her green eyes widened at Verde’s request. She quickly nodded, more than willing to keep her fellow Mafiosa’s secrets. A woman’s dirty laundry shouldn’t be aired where everyone could see, after all: not only was it crass and crude, it was almost the pinnacle of stupidity. Anyone could take advantage of a dirty rumour, whether true or not. “Of course! I know that I wouldn’t appreciate it if anyone brought up my past relationships...” She trailed off again, her eyebrows furrowing at the thought of Romeo.
Oh, what she wouldn’t give to murder him again. If only...
Snapping out of her thoughts, Bianchi plastered on a bright smile onto her face, and she reached out to take Verde’s hand. “Sometimes, it’s just nice to wear pretty things even while you’re on the job. Even if it is something as solitary as lab work,” she added, looking Verde from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. “Besides, you did say that this was for yourself, right? Who cares if no one else sees!”
Once Verde let her drag her out of her lab, the first thing that was one Bianchi’s checklist was a nice, hot and steamy bubble bath. Maybe a bath bomb or too, as well.
