Rose/Leigh
It was good to know the choice had been the right one. Rose shrugged and tried to think of how to explain it to someone who wasn't genre-savvy in the same way. "It's, uh, the femme fatale from Sherlock Holmes. Rachel McAdams plays her in the new movies of it and she looks fabulously fierce when she does, though it requires dying my hair brown to look authentic and-" she pinged a loose piece of hair, "I like being a ginge."
"Aside from 'to look awesome'?" She laughed and took a deep drink from her glass. "There are clubs and parties in New York you can't get it if you'r not dressed in the right attire. Usually gaslight society style, so you fit in with the setting. It's like stepping into a movie like Wild Wild West or Sky Captain and just living it for a few hours. It's a lot of fun."
"I didn't think people still owned red suspenders," Rose nodded approvingly. However, she had to admit, she was curious. "What's distinctive about girls from Montana?"