Not a three-hour tour! [open for Gilligan! ]

[Vesta Voui]

There was absolutely no doubt in Vesta's mind that she was probably going to stand out at this Ball, but if she were worried about standing out and not fitting in, then she wouldn't go in the first place. Seriously, her hair was enough to stand out in most places. Neon pink and other colors matted in a dreadlocks fashion. Nothing to be said for the eye make-up and bangles. Anyway, she didn't care, she was going to be herself and have some fun. The flowing gowns and satin fabrics might be for others, but not her!

No sir-ee, Vesta was going in her style. She kept her hair out but put behind her ears then she pulled on her dress. She had found this neat store that sold Rockabilly outfits - this odd place had everything! - and found something she loved! Pattern print with a black background and bright colors, it even laced up the sides of the torso. Even though that was all for fun. It came just to her knees, flared out a bit. Halter style. She had a few multi-colored bangles on her wrist. Don't forget that vampire fang on her neck! Orange colored tights and a pair of high block shiney Mary-janes so she could be a bit taller, she was ready to go!

Before Vesta left her room she grabbed a suit bag. This was a girl on a mission, she had to hog-tie Gilligan and get him to go with her. Where was his room? She knew, she had looked it up. Now she was knocking upon his door.

"Gilligan! Hey Gilligan, open up. I know you're in there. Got something for ya!"

[Aiden]

(Vesta NPC’d with permission!)

If Aiden knew what was awaiting him, he probably never would have opened the door, but alas, the Caribbean vampire was not psychic. Pyscho, perhaps, but that was a story for another time. Therefore, he opened the door.

Good crow! Was that a dress she was wearing? That dress, combined with the craziness of her hair was too much to take in at one time. His eyes were going everywhere! Nothing looked the same twice. It had so much going on that he started reaching for his sunglasses to help stave off the colors. He thought it was funny too and he chuckled.

"Vesta? What … you know, I’m not even going to ask.” He could have asked, sure, but he didn’t know what to ask! So many things were going on in that outfit he didn’t know where to start. The girl was crazy and the dress fit her.

With the sunglasses on he was able to tear his eyes away from the dress and look at the bag she was carrying. Was that…. “No. You got some serious issues if you think I’m going to wear whatever is in that bag.” Once he realized it was a dress he realized something else: the Valentine’s day ball. He hadn’t given any more thought to the dance than he gave ants on the street, but here she was, in that loud dress, asking him to go.

What really scared him was that whatever was in that bag was just was loud and crazy as her own dress. He was not going to look like he wrapped himself in funkadelic wallpaper! This girl had a look in her eyes. He was doomed. After a bit of a struggle he gave in and put on the suit. She may torture him now, but he would torture her later. Oh yes.

Aiden and Vesta made their way to the carriages.