Ginger was even more surprised to find out that he'd found himself a 'monkey suit' as Rocket called it to wear even though it was no secret to anyone that had spent five minutes with him on how deep his distaste for even the bare minimum of clothing was. She did so love his mask though.
"I can't even remember the last time we went to something like that, Baby.." The Latina commented as her gaze swept the room, all the attendants, and the glitzy but tasteful decor from behind her shaded eye makeup before she turned to her man and nudged aside his mask just enough to kiss his cheek, only to adjust the flower as bright as her dress in her hair afterwards and tug the were-raccoon's hand towards the dance floor. "Have I told you how wonderful you are today, Baby?" She then asked with the same happy look as she went on to tease, "I don't think I've flattered your ego nearly enough today, have I?"