"Shut. Your. Mouth." She said deliberately to him, one hand on her hip and the other one raised with her finger pointed in his direction. She realized that it was nearly impossible to take her seriously in this outfit. She couldn't even take herself seriously. And that made her angry. Again.
"So what do we do now?" She asked him curiously. He always had a plan and then she went along with the plan even though sometimes his plan was stupid. But right now, any plan was better than no plan, which was exactly what Emily had.
"My card says I live here, but yours says you live a few blocks away. Maybe we should go and check out your apartment?" She suggested hopefully.
"Not that I really want to go out in public wearing this." She said, wrinkling her nose in disgust again. "Hold on, maybe I have clothing here." Pulling open the closet I started flipping through garments, frowning at every single one of them.
She found one made completely of latex and her mouth hung open as she felt Dean come up behind her, laughing.