She's the one who put me in the dress, obviously! I wouldn't be wearing this shit on my own, even if it does make me look like hot shit.

[ badou will stick to fingering one of the cigars for the time being, realizing belatedly he had absolutely nothing to clip and light it with. at least the smell is comforting. ]

She wouldn't stop talking my ear off about this place either. Maybe we should switch.