Jaida/Vivian
They always seemed to be working on planning or wrapping up a fucking gala for something. Vivian was on so many fucking boards and she was so damn good at convincing the filthy rich to open up their wallets that it was no wonder why everyone came to her when their pockets needed lining. To be honest, other than the date and time, Jaida had stopped even looking at what the fucking cause was. When did it ever matter? The same thing happened everytime...she'd put on some fucking hot ass outfit, show up on Vivian's arm, be bored out of her goddamn mind the entire time and then be forced to hear about how she wasn't at all right for Viv, how she was low class and an embarrassment. Ok, so maybe they didn't say that to her face, but Jaida could read disapproving looks, ok? And it wasn't like the weres were really all that great at keeping their mouths shut. And since there wasn't much she could go about looking hot or showing up as Vivian's date, Jaida decided it might make the night a hell of a lot less boring if she could shock some overly-conservative supernatural socks right off...
Eden was the perfect person to call, given that she always looked so fucking put together and polished, exactly the type of person those EVC bastards would drool the fuck over. And, of course, she'd never pass up the chance to play dress up with someone so it hadn't really been all that difficult to convince her to help her boss find a more appropriate get up for the night. It couldn't be too conservative, of course, Jaida would never survive in some high-necked, floor length mess of a gown. They'd have to find something that was just flashy enough, just sexy enough to not make her feel like someone's fucking grandmother and still manage to be appropriate enough that those board members sons-of-bitches wouldn't lecture Vivian for hours on end about the importance of appearing in public with an appropriate mate. Because there was nothing about Jaida that was fucking appropriate...not even a little bit. But thankfully, finding something that she and Eden could agree on wasn't really that hard. Apparently her little assistant was quite the stylist when she wanted to be - she seemed to have a natural knack for pulling exactly what she knew Jaida would love. And she fucking did. Every time. So when they went in for a gala outfit, they came out with a whole new wardrobe practically. Let it never be said that Jaida didn't love a little bit of dress up.
She was also quite fond of making a dramatic entrance, which was why she'd told Vivian she'd just meet her at The Hidden Door. The excuse of needing a little extra time to get ready never failed. So now she could approach her lovely little Vivvy from behind, ready to shock her fucking designer socks off with her get up for the night. "Well, I'm fucking impressed enough for both me and Dom," she piped up. And there she was, still Jaida, still colorful and loud....but now refined. Dare she say, even, stylish? Heavens no! Her make-up was light, tasteful, nothing like her useful multi-colored mask. And while her hair was still that technicolor orange, it was pulled back into a sleek up-do for the night, pinned up off of her shoulders. "This place looks fucking awesome. It might be my new favorite."