Baser Urges

I was leaving the movie theater with Jason on one arm and Nathaniel on the other. We had spent the evening pretending to be tourists (Jason’s idea of course). I just smile and shake my head at their antics of pulling aside someone and asking for directions to the most menial of places. I mean come on Wal-Mart?! Even the tourists know how to get there.

Blindfolded.

The movie had been a midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show. Yeah, go figure that that would have been Jason’s choice. They really got into it too. I mean I am still humming the “Time Warp”. I refused to dress up but the boys' outfits were astonishing enough on their own. Jason was wearing a mesh half shirt with leather pants that looked as if they had been painted upon his person. Nathaniel was wearing a collar and leash with a straight jacket and black pants. I believe the material is vinyl but mostly I was afraid to ask.

After seeing their clothes I almost refused to go anywhere with them. They explained that the movie was about alien transsexuals and part of the fun was dressing the part. I still said no. I went with them to the show but stuck with the classics. Tight black jeans, black boots and a new shirt that I’d just bought. It was a different look for me: low-cut sweetheart neckline, almost sleeveless with a slanted hem. Black though, so I had to wear makeup so I didn’t look too pale.

The things I do for friendship.

Of course, the one thing I would never do is go anywhere unarmed. I had to go with the waist holster because the pants were just too tight. Not my first choice, or even my second but I don’t go anywhere without my Browning. It’s my favorite gun and like a security blanket, it follows me everywhere. Bad things seem to happen if I don’t have it with me. Hell, bad things happen even if I do have it but I’m better prepared.

I also wore my back sheath. It was a custom blade that I’d had to replace already but it was definitely worth the money. It fits like a glove, so close you’d think it was skin. This and my new toy complete my arsenal tonight. It’s a bodice knife, I absolutely love it. It was a gift from Edward. He and I noticed that when I was frisked they never really checked in the chest area. Kind of stupid since I could probably hide a nuclear warhead in there, not that I’ve tried, I’m not that far gone. He had the knife designed for me, I didn’t ask how he knew my measurements, I really don’t want to know. I have a hard time picturing him with a measuring tape leaning over me while I sleep. I have to stifle the laughter that the image brings to mind.

Death as a seamstress?

Yeah fucking right!