Dōjima-Montauge Apartment of Awesome -- Tokyo, Japan -- Thursday Afternoon

[dojima_hime]

The best part of prepping for a sting operation, Dōjima had decided, was the fact she got to go home for lunch, to see what sexy outfits she had in black to pose as a bar waitress.

Sometimes, being a spygirl was just plain fun. She sincerely doubted that Master's son was going to be stupid enough to show his face around Harry's, but at least it would be a fun few days of tips and cute patrons. And all she could drink.

"Hey, koibito," she called, sticking her head out of the bedroom and holding up two (almost identical) black halter tops. "Which one of these says 'tip your waitress?'"

[OOC: Open for calls, text messages, and that boyfriend-shaped Montague!]

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[withoutverona]

See, if she wasn't his girlfriend Romeo would have told her to wear the lower-cut one in a second. Cleavage equaled tips, after all.

But she was his girlfriend, and her cleavage was his in some caveman way, so...

"I like the one in your left hand," Romeo offered. "It's" less skimpy "better-fitting, is it not?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. "It's also less-glittery and shows less cleavage," she pointed out, having a rather good idea of what he was thinking. "So, I guess the other one has less of a chance of some klutz like Robin spilling something hot all over my chest."

"The backless one it is!" Which still showed a good amount of chest, it just was a bit more tasteful about it.

[withoutverona]

"You have a beautiful back," Romeo said, unabashed and grateful. "I'll write a sonnet about its marble contours while you're away."

"How long do you think you shall play waitress?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"How long will it take you to write the sonnet?" she teased, abandoning the Great Clothing Search in favor of coming out into the living room and flopping on to the futon. "A couple days, maybe. Wanna come down to Harry's, get free drinks, and make the Chief fume if he thinks I'm flirting with you too much?"

[withoutverona]

"A day, an hour -- how long does any art take?" Romeo asked carelessly as he reached to pull her feet into his lap for a footrub. "I'd be honored to be your guest. It won't distract you overmuch?"

If she needed to flirt with somebody else for work, he trusted her to do it, but that didn't mean he wanted to see it.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Uh-oh, have I started you off on the transient nature of art and beauty again?" she laughed, wriggling her toes at him. "If you don't want to distract me too much, you can always come in over the lunch hour. It's usually pretty quiet then, except for the usual lunch crew."

"Which is usually me, Robin, and Karasuma, so, there won't be any other patrons there!" Which meant she could flirt with him all she wanted. Score!

[withoutverona]

"And that would let me come in between classes. I'll do that." He rested the heel of her foot on one hand and scratched lightly at the toes -- not quite tickling, but close enough. "How does Robin like working in a bar? She's so young."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Robin-chan just smiles and nods and gives people their food. I'm not letting her near the drinks," Yurika sighed, squirming happily at the attention. "Putting a little pyromancer near flammable liquids just doesn't seem smart."

[withoutverona]

If Romeo had been drinking anything, he would have choked.

"She would have a head start in making those horrible shots that come to you already on fire," he suggested, and put more weight behind his hands.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

She snickered at the very idea of trying to explain to Robin why the drinks needed to be on fire.

"Hai, we'll let the shortsighted little nun serve flaming shots," she giggled. "You can take bets on how long before she starts someone's shoelace on fire by accident."

[withoutverona]

"Their shoelaces?" Romeo asked. "I would have bet on their hair. Or their shirts. Maybe you shouldn't wear that top!"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"What, should I wear something reflective, so she doesn't mistake me for a candle that's unlighted?" Yurika asked. "What do you think I should wear?"

[withoutverona]

"I tip waitresses in baggy sweatshirts and long skirts exceedingly well," Romeo insisted.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Funny," she replied, poking him with a foot. "I offer you the compromise of the backless halter and a pair of pants instead of the mini-skirt."

[withoutverona]

"You have very nice legs," he said, and slid his hands up said limbs. "I trust you to dress as you wish, of course. You're the spy. I merely bystand."

And he was grateful she wasn't wearing the cleavage top.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika shook her head, leaning forward to press a finger against his mouth in the 'shhh' sign. "I'm a Hunter, koibito-mine," she murmured. "Loose lips sink ships."

Yes, they were safe at home, and Yurika swept for bugs every afternoon when she got back from work. But one slip like that in public could be a disaster.

[withoutverona]

He flushed as he delicately kissed her finger. //Sorry,// he said, switching to Japanese. //It's hard, not being able to say. You're the hunter.//

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

//I know,// she agreed, brushing her fingers over his cheek. //But you're doing fantastically, love, really.//

"And your Japanese is getting so much better, too."

[withoutverona]

"There are worse ways to learn Japanese than living with a Japanese girl in Tokyo," he told her. "I'll start dreaming in Japanese anon."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"May all thy dreams be as bright and fair as Tokyo itself," she teased, doing her best to mimic his Verona accent. "Or mayhap I'll dream in English!"

[withoutverona]

"English, and with a Verona slant," Romeo said, clearly impressed. "The day may pass when none can tell which of us was the Montague born."

... really, he shouldn't go wishing his family on her.