Talking About the Weather (RP)

"Don't worry; I'll show them a great time" She proceeded as if the matter was settled. An art show did sound like the better option, come to think of it. Much more exciting then walking around in a stuffy museum. She'll check the listings later, search for some fringe show David's parents would never consider going to on there own "And we'll go grab some lunch together too"

Her guilty conscious assuaged, Emma sprang upwards on the tips of her toes and planted another kiss on her husband's lips. The problem was behind her, and now she was looking forward to spending the rest of the night together with her husband "I'm going to grab a quick shower, ok? And then we can have dinner, and I'll make you forget all about the floodings and the boring scutwork"

"May I?" Jacob inquires, reaching out to examine the invitation more closely. "It seems someone has overlooked my invitation; I'll need to rectify that," he remarks, a smile playing on his lips.

Emma has been to Pinko before, but without the intention of actually buying anything. Those Nappa leather trousers she picked up from the shelf before putting it right back with a shocked face had a very reasonable price of 599 pounds. The cashmere wool scarf went for 200, and she didn’t bother checking the price tags on any of the designer purses. She could never normally afford to shop there – not even for some of the ‘on sale’ items.

The sales assistant knew that. The tall, bony middle aged woman has seen Emma 'snooping' around the store before, and knew she shouldn’t bother with her. She hadn’t approached her to ask if she needed any help, but just stood there, eyeing the young blonde in the gray raincoat and beanie hat like a hawk, as if she was half-expected Emma to pocket one of the items and run out of the store if her attention was elsewhere.

All of it didn’t make Emma feel very welcome. If she wasn’t so concerned about Bev, she wouldn’t have arrived so early. But she didn’t want the distraught, heartbroken woman to wait on her, rather than the other way around. And she could only imagine how the sales assistant would react once Benji showed up, in his tattered coat. She was almost looking forward to it! A thin smile crossing her lips at the thought, she moved over to the dress rack, stopping by to run her fingers through the soft fabric before pulling the risqué club dress out to look at the cut of the hem.

"Good morning!" her lips curled into a crooked smile at the sight of the unconventional vampire. She has been looking forward to meeting him. There was so much she wanted to know about his kind (she made a whole list before going to bed), and she hoped he would prove to be a more pleasant conversationalist than his master. Or, at the very least, not make her feel like he was about to sink his fangs into her neck at any moment.

"Thanks for coming" the blonde approached the vampire to greet him "I can really use your help today. I have no idea what the dress code is like in these types of events"

"The 80s?" Emma quirked a brow "So, shoulder pads and lots of hairspray?"
Even if she wanted to impress Elliot, these kinds of outfits went out of style decades ago - and for good reason.

"Are you coming too? What will you be wearing?" she prodded gently, trying to get Benji's measure. Eliot claimed all the 'movers and shakers' of the city would be there. If Benji was invited, it must mean he was someone of importance, no?

There was something a bit scary about Benji. He reminded her of the stories Eliot told about the old 'moss-backs'; the ancient vampires dwelling deep in the sewers that no longer had any interest in human affairs, and saw people as nothing but their next meal. They were not alike, of course, but she couldn't help but make the comparison; like the 'Morlocks' (she decided it was a more fitting name for blood-thirsty monsters living underground), Benji gave no thought to how other people perceived him. He didn't see humans as his peers, and maybe not even other vampires. How do you call a man who doesn't care enough to try to fit in? Someone who doesn't value other people's opinion of him?

She tried to hide her discomfort with a smile, as she moved back toward the dress rack "We can get you something too, if you want"

The little black dress she had her eyes on might not be appropriate after all, especially not if she wanted to make an impression. With Pinko not stocking gowns, she wasn't left with much options. Pursing her lips with frustration, she picked the plunging neckline black dress of the hanger anyways, and an ever more scandalous lightweight ribbed knit mini dress, and held both in front of her body to show her companion "What do you think?"

"Not with that attitude, they won't" Emma couldn't help but giggle, and just like that, she no longer felt anxious in the vampire's company "I should probably put them back then, and look for something more appropriate"

Back to the dress rack it was. There were one or two other interesting options, but she decided she better wait until Bev arrived to get her opinion. In the meantime, she was quite happy to get to get better acquainted with Benji: "How long have you been playing the violin?" she talked without quite looking at him, sifting through the dresses on the hanger "Do you play any other instrument?"