Jean tried hard to remember the last 'date' she had been on. It had to have been years ago. What with being dead and betrayed and everything. Eh, why dwell on the past.
She actually had done her hair and was wearing a black dress; the classic sort that made it look like you weren't even trying to look that freakin' fabulous, even though you had to obviously. Movies never quite got that part right.
Tottering up on dark red heels that she already regretted (they just made her legs look so darn good), Jean waved a touch nervously. Come to think of it, when was the last time she had even been nervous?