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[Indigo]

Bijou didn't seem bothered in the slightest at Shade's recall--or Aiden's wandering eyes, for that matter. "Let's see what we can do," she told him, and approached the sign her coworker had just flipped. With a beckoning gesture towards Aiden, Bijou returned the sign to "occupied," parted the curtains, and stepped inside.

The room was much larger than its hidden doorway let on. It was more of a giant walk-in closet, with racks of clothes affixed to the walls and a three-pane mirror in the back. The Avila Granite, eager as always to display its wealth, ensured that the mirror was obnoxiously huge and had even installed some reflective surfaces in parts of the ceiling. All the better to display the incredible variety of clothing that Aiden had to pick from. The hotel had supplied every kind of outfit the typical After Dark patron would wear, and then some: there was a literal rainbow of tuxedos and matching top hats, for example, and other outrageous options as well. None of these outfits were lacking in quality, either. Aiden would be hard-pressed to find anything that wasn't designer clothing.

There was a section of wall devoted entirely to hats, and a great many were hanging from golden hooks in the wall. Most common were fedoras and bowler hats that many of the other men in the lounge were wearing, but the occasional cowboy hat, fez, and others could be spotted. Another section still was devoted to dress shoes of various sizes and colors.

"We have a wide selection for you to choose from," Bijou understated. A cloth measuring tape dangled on a rack. Bijou twirled the end of the tape about her hand as if it were rope, pulled it from the rack, and stretched the other end of the tape to make it go taut. "Hmm! Do you need to be measured?" she asked Aiden, smirking.

((Please to be choosing outfit.))

[Solidify]

((God I love your descriptions.))

"Thanks," Aiden said curtly and followed Bijou into the dressing closet.

As he stepped behind the curtain he gasped quietly. "Holy crap," he uttered. It was as though he'd just stepped into the most fancy tux shop in the world. Except it was free. Aiden wasn't often to be seen in anything nicer than a sweater, and this new world of fashion had not ever met Aiden before. And it was free!

Was Bijou flirting with him? Normally, Aiden found girls a rather irritating nuisance. All that emotional blah blah blah and needy attachment and moods, they very seldom did anything but annoy him. But here and now, amidst this wealth, Aiden felt different. For the past four months he'd been on a journey with, well put bluntly, very little fun. He didn't have to worry about being discovered by the police, or Team Rocket. He didn't have to worry about his impending death. Right now, all he had to do was pick out a spiff new outfit, and he found himself with a powerful urge to play with Bijou.

He smirked back at her. "Only if you're doing the measuring," he said.

((If it didn't look so ridiculous, I'd consider having him grab a red fedora as a tribute to Nicolai. =P))

[Indigo]

((Haha, it's the thought that counts. I appreciate the gesture, and I'm sure Nicolai would too. XD))

Bijou unraveled the tape to free her hands and, laughing, rolled one of her shoulders. The shrug-like gesture caused her boa to slip from its place about her neck. In one smooth motion she caught the length of white feathers and tossed them upon a bare section of the rack, where they settled silently and loosed a few tufts of artificial down upon the carpet.

"We should look at your arms, first. For a top."

With smooth, purposeful strides, Bijou approached Aiden from the side and pressed the tape against his arm as if she were measuring his sleeve length. "Oh, you're strong!" she said, a note of genuine surprise in her voice. This warranted further investigation. Intent on examining the trainer's arm more closely, Bijou positioned herself so she could rest her back against Aiden's chest. Being somewhat shorter than Aiden, she was able to do so comfortably. She then grasped Aiden's arm by the wrist and held it out towards potential outfits, thus using the trainer as a makeshift pointer (and dashing any hopes that Bijou was a legitimate tailor).

(("Bijou accidentally bumped into Rae's pokeball and released the enraged pinsir within. Assuming this mysterious corset-wearing creature had trapped Aiden with a vicegrip attack, Rae challenged the wild 'bijou' to a battle."))

[Solidify]

((Ahaha! I miss Rae. I haven't seen her in a year. haha. Aiden's pulled out everyone but her and Zerk.))

Legitamate tailor or not, Aiden smiled at Bijou. He was in no rush. In fact, the safest place he could possibly be right now was probably in this makeshift dressing room with a beautiful, flirtacious girl pressed against his body. Nevertheless, he stiffened as she touched him, but soon relaxed and allowed her to guide his arm around.

He offered a simple thanks to her compliment, his mouth still etched with a small smile. Looking around at the great multitude of outfits, Aiden looked for the most basic, and thusly perhaps, the most boring top he could find. He did not need to stand out. A thought occurred to him.

"What kind of clothes do most guys get here?" he asked. Bijou would probably know and, however unoriginal, wearing what the group did would help keep Aiden under the radar. "And where would you recommend going if one was looking to find someplace... private." He quickly debated whether or not to clarify his meaning that he just needed to hide somewhere, but ultimately decided not to. His voice was strong and smooth. When Aiden spoke it was with such rich texture you could almost touch it. He spoke slowly and quietly into Bijou's ear, letting his words trickle down the back of her neck. Then, he straightened back up and resumed a mock-professional air as he again sought out an outfit.

[Indigo]

Bijou's disappointment was palpable. "Basic attire? Oh... I suppose." Pouting, although not looking terribly offended, she led Aiden's arm towards the tamest outfits on the racks. A nice white dress shirt, black vest, black pants, tie, some shoes. After a moment's thought, Bijou also picked out a black fedora.

The question of privacy gave her pause, half out of honest consideration and half from Aiden's doings. "It depends on what you'd like to do," she replied, stifling a laugh as Aiden resumed his search. "There's private booths for the Midday Cabaret--some reserved for esteemed trainers like yourself, of course--but outside of that... well, we have a large bookstore. There's also the nature trail, and ah..." she trailed off, unsure whether she should go on.

[Solidify]

He smiled at the outfit she picked out for him. It was boring.

"Oh, that's perfect" he said approvingly. He felt obligated to explain himself a little bit to her after her pouting but ultimately decided "heyo babe, I'm actually wanted by pretty much every orginization in Kutho, good and evil, and right now I'm about to be kicked out of this hotel if your meddling alakazam security force finds me!" was a little too much information.

The private booth immediately got his attention. The cabaret did not. He figured he could take a nap or something and wait out the excitement back in the tunnel."That private booth at the cabaret would be great."