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k͎e͎n͎z͎i͎ (monsterthong) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-10-02 15:49:00

Who: Bo & Kenzi
What: Dress shopping for the bride-to-be
When: Saturday
Where: Bridal boutique
Rating/Warnings: Low!
Status: Complete!


To say things had been trying of late was putting it mildly. The whole thing with Inari, the distance between her and Lara because of Inari’s meddling, and Bo’s dreams suddenly coming one after another. Then there’d been the gaming sessions with Kenzi as they worked their way through Tomb Raider. Despite Bo knowing about the events, it was quite another to see them. Such as that sequence almost at the very beginning of the game when Lara was getting herself out of a trap, burning a rope that was suspending her upside down, and she landed on a rebar that punctured her stomach. It had made Bo recoil, which was saying something because she could watch slasher movies without any problem. But watching her fiancé nearly die multiple times and get all the scars she’d seen on her body? It was difficult at best.

But today was for something fun and relaxing. Now that Bo had her strength back, it was time to start looking for a wedding dress. And also a maid of honor dress for Kenzi. But more than that, it was spending more time with Kenzi. After everything that had been happening in the dreams, despite them being in two different places in them, they both could use some fun.

So it was their first stop and Bo got out of the car. “And here we are at store number one.” She eyed the shop before glancing over at Kenzi. “So how lucky are you feeling about finding a potential dress here?” Despite the dressing in all black, Bo actually liked shopping for clothes. And she did look good in dresses. Just, shopping for a wedding dress had not been something she’d ever really thought she’d be doing.

Say no more when it came to shopping. Between cosmetics, hair products, shoes and the expensive name-brand clothes she liked to dress in it was a miracle she could ever afford living expenses - but she was always determined to make dressing up for the day an art, from the hair extensions mingled into her pitch-black hair to the ensembles of corsets and buckles she went through. Considering they’d be trying things on and off today, she wore something easy to slip out of and slip back in; a lone crimson halter dress that zipped right up, and a pair of pricy heels a la Birkhoff.

It made her feel normal again after everything that happened. Kenzi didn’t talk about it much here and didn’t talk about it much there. All shrugs and evasive smiles for Bo.

“I don’t want you to settle,” she said sternly, pushing her sunglasses over her head so those icy blue eyes could squint at the title of their first destination. “The world’s your dressing room, Bobo. Have fun, try as many as you want on. Maybe this place will be it, but you won’t know until you put on the dress, will you?”

Bo went for minimal fussiness in her clothes. Tank top, leather pants, high heeled boots. Most of her effort had gone into her make-up, and considering how they’d be trying things on, she’d put her hair into a braid. Less fuss that way, especially since she had long hair. She probably didn’t look much like a future bride, save for the ring on her finger, but she didn’t really care.

She looked over at Kenzi, knowing the Inari experience wasn’t easy for her, but she didn’t pry overly hard. But she made it known Kenzi could talk to her if she wanted, and she had a shoulder when needed. She stepped around the car and slung an arm around Kenzi’s shoulders.

“I’ll be sure to not settle. Lara told me not to look at the price tag, and when I find the dress, you look at the tag, and if needed you can text Lara and she’ll pay for it.” Which basically meant there was no limit to the price range, something that did make Bo a little uncomfortable because she knew wedding dresses weren’t cheap. Money was still a bit of a sore spot for her, but the fact she and Lara had actually worked out a budget for the wedding and who would pay for what helped. She was at least a little better with the accepting monetary help from Lara these days. But now that Kenzi knew that, she could at least do her best to run interference on Bo looking at price tags.

Bo didn’t need to tell Kenzi twice - she’d make sure her bestie got the wedding she wanted, price be damn. If she had go back to the business of selling used panties and dipping her toes in peanut butter (allergies were only shot up when ingested, mind you), she’d do it to help. “Leave it to me, Bodacious!” An arm went around the succubus’ waist for a side-squeeze, as the little thief was to the brim with feeeeeeeeeeels for the Batman to her Robin. “Just worry about whether or not your boobs will fit into things.”

Because a certain little sex-fae was rather blessed in that department. Worthy of hashtags and everything.

But the boutique was fancy, and upon entering were greeted with flutes of bubbling champagne that caused Kenzi to squee quietly under her breath. Nothing says ‘preparing for nuptials’ like champagne and trying on fancy dresses, right? “Okay, so. What are we looking for here? You want ballgown, mermaid? A-line? Empire???”

Bo wouldn’t be against working double shifts or overtime as needed for extra money. She did make a fair amount in tips alone, which she tended to credit to that ample rack of hers and her low-cut tops that accentuated it. But she well knew she wouldn’t be able to cover an expensive dress. She could pay for other things in the wedding, which had been a compromise her and Lara had come to. It was kind of pointless to fight over money when there was more than enough to pay for a nice wedding. Bo just needed to let Lara pay for things.

“Yeah, pretty sure finding a dress that can handle my boobs will be the actual trick.” Obviously she knew there’d be fittings and such, but those wouldn’t do much if there wasn’t enough fabric and support otherwise up top.

Stepping into the boutique Bo felt awed by it. And rather daunted at just how many dresses were on display. Seeing it on television was one thing, seeing it in person was very much another. “A-line maybe? Something classic. No mermaid because I want to be able to walk without falling on my face. Though corset tops are welcome. I mean, if anything can handle my boobs, it’d be a corset top, I’d think.” She could be wrong, but this was why there was need to try dresses on.

“Corset top with a sweetheart cut??” With that little dip in the center right between the boobies - Kenzi could imagine it in her head right now. If she were into the ladies, she’d probably have a lady boner from the thought alone. No lesbro, though. “Hmmmmmmm.”

There was a dressing area that she had led Bo too, with surrounding mirrors and a platform to stand on model on when the dresses were tried. A couch was there for the audience (meaning, Kenzi), and she flailed her arm around until an attendant came by - it was someone with a measuring tape, of course, to get the inches of hips and bust from the well-endowed succubus so the size of the dresses could be accurately procured.

So while that happened… “So, uh.” Who cares if they talked in front of an employee? They could always come up with an excuse that they were LARPers or something, and she wouldn’t outright talk about the otherworldly aspects of their lives. “Trick being your grandpops and all. What point are you at now, exactly?”

That image may not work on Kenzi, but Bo knew it would definitely work on Lara. Possibly a little too well on Lara, but as long as she didn’t die, it would be fine. Bo wanted to get through the ceremony without Lara dying. Or Orange County going up in flames. Or some other catastrophe. Seriously, they needed to be careful on choosing a date for the wedding because of that.

As her measurements were taken, Bo looked at Kenzi. The golden question was asked. And it was a slight doozy, but such was the norm for their dream world. Shit always seemed to be happening. “I played Evony like a fiddle to get Vex’s help.” So Nadia was dead by Bo’s hand. Ciara was dead by taking a blow meant for Bo. And Lachlan was dead. Nadia and Ciara’s deaths hung heavy on Bo for different reasons. She kept reminding herself that Nadia had asked to be killed, but it would be a little bit before that helped. And Ciara was a warrior, and it was in her nature to do what she did.

“Though you know, I briefly wanted to add Hale to the list of fallen because he saw you stay behind with Dyson but didn’t see fit to tell me until we got back to the Dal.” Bo was definitely sore at Hale about that, and it had been on Trick’s orders. But seriously, Bo had just once wanted someone else to be the chosen one, the champion. But clearly that time wasn’t going to be the fight against the Garuda.

Kenzi clucked her tongue and winked. “Dyson and I are total bros, you know - he’s got my back, I’ve got his.” There was also a bias there, with her being very obviously on Team Dyson than Team Lauren. Though she and the fae doc dished it out, eventually. “Get used to Vex, he’s gonna be our couch potato for awhile. He grows on us like a fungus.”

The mesmer was also going through a bit of crisis. Figuring out where his loyalties were, trying not to be the total piece of shit that they all knew he could be. No one else would sit with her and watch YouTube makeup tutorials like he would, sigh. “And Hale…”

Oh, Hale. The new Ash. Also a total dickweed, and she was still tender with what he’d told her before Inari decided to snatch her up in an alley. Kenzi sighed, but smiled a little. “Things don’t stop getting complicated. If it cheers you up? You and I totally frenched while you were in fae prison.”

Wink.

“I’m glad someone was watching his back. Apparently Hale was under orders from Trick to get me back to the Dal alive, regardless of anything else.” But really, they should’ve known that Bo would’ve gone back sooner or later for Kenzi and Dyson. She didn’t just leave people behind, especially those she cared about. “And oh good, does he actually help with things around the house or is he just the kind to sit and brood all day?”

Bo eyed Kenzi, noting how she didn’t finish the sentence about Hale. Made her wonder what was coming regarding him. Obviously a new Ash would need to be chosen again. That position seemed to have very quick turnover. Not a good thing when the fae were on the brink of war again.

“If things ever got simple in our dreams, I’d be worried.” And she would be. She was fast starting to get the feeling there wouldn’t be happy endings or sunshine and rainbows coming. “Wait, what? Seriously? We frenched?”

Though further conversation on that topic was temporarily halted as some dressed were brought out. Bo had to remind herself not to look at the price tags. She didn’t want to know, and she didn’t need to know. She’d only fret about it if she did.

“It was so hot,” Kenzi moaned. For the drama aspect, of course - she was just messing with her bestie, alright? “I went all out trashy redneck with my monster truck thong, and for some reason the fae prison you were at had these super sexy orange jump suits? But anyway, it was all an act. Calm your mammary glands. I had to slip something to you, and, well, tongue sort of had to be involved??”

That caused one of the attendants to give her an odd glance but whatevz, lady, mind your own business. While the dresses were being pulled out of their plastic confinements, she made herself comfortable on the couch to watch the fashion show Bo was about to put on. “It all happens after the Geruda, anyway. I’d have definitely called you if it was a ‘rocks fall and everyone dies’ situation.”

Bo blinked, mouth falling open a bit. “Full redneck experience?” Of all the things she’d thought could have the slightest chance of happening, frenching Kenzi was not on that list. So that thought was slightly horrifying until Kenzi came clean. She breathed in relief and smiled. “You get points for creativity on slipping me something.” And she did. Kenzi always had a knack for finding creative and stealthy ways to pass information or items at times.

“Oh good, so the next time went better than the first.” Meaning that hopefully no one else on their side died. Ciara was bad enough, especially as Bo had actually come around to liking her. And then it was getting into the first dress, which took a little longer than seemed necessary, but she wasn’t fighting it. Not with expensive fabric in the picture.

When she came back out, she certainly had the look of a bride. Though it wasn’t the right look. The skirt perhaps had too much going on, but it was enough of a visual that when Bo stood on the platform and looked in the mirrors, she was taken aback. Another dose of ‘this was really happening’ was sinking in. She turned this way and that, giving both her and Kenzi a good look at the dress. “This isn’t the right one, but damn I look like a bride.”

At least this time fae amnesia and Ryan weren’t involved.

There was a mental note made to herself in letting Bo know Trick almost died, just so she could expect it - then there was Dyson’s new partner, the valkyrie with the raging bitchface. But she also didn’t want to completely douse this entire thing with jabber about dreams; Bo was trying on dresses, so why not let her just enjoy the experience without any worries of what the other side held hanging over her head?

Not to mention the sight of Bo in white was visually distracting. In a very emotional way, that is, even if she knew the dress wasn’t exactly ‘the one.’ She was still gorgeous in it, and Kenzi’s bottom lip jutted out with a quiver. “You do, and it’s hitting me right in the feels. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything white except for your bloodbond wedding with Doucheface McFucktard.”

To examine the rest of the dress she whirled her finger in the air so the succubus could slowly circle, just so she could see the dress in all angles. “Too much bling-bling on a tule skirt, but your cleavage looks pretty fab.”

It was probably best not to divulge those sorts of details during the dress trying on part. Bo tended to fixate on bad news at times. And right now, this was supposed to be a happy fun time spent with her bestie. Happy fun time with some added emotion because Bo was trying on wedding dresses in order to find one for her wedding.

“I do tend to stick to black, don’t I? With some grey and red thrown in now and then.” She turned in a slow circle, letting Kenzi eye the dress. She had the better vantage point by not having to look at a reflection to really see it. “But it’s totes hitting me in the feels, too.”

As Kenzi gave her critique, Bo turned enough to look at her reflection. “Yeah, the skirt’s a little much. But agreeing on the cleavage.” She did rather enjoy showing off her cleavage. It was one of her best features in her opinion. “So maybe something simpler?” She didn’t need a lot of bling on her dress. She didn’t even think she’d wear much jewelry on her wedding day. Simple earrings, possibly a necklace, and her ring. But beyond that, she didn’t need sequins or anything else on her dress.

Skirt would distract too much from the succubus cleavage and that just couldn’t happen. So the attendants listened to the criticism and went to fetch a couple more that didn’t have such a detailed bottom - simple was best when Bobo was already a drop-dead gorgeous specimen of fae hotness.

Kenzi leaned forward and propped her elbows on her knees, taking a sip of sweet champagne. “Something more goddess-like, maybe? That’d be pretty, and those aren’t usually so covered shinies.” Bo had the height and figure to pull something like that off, she thought. “What’s Muscles gonna wear? Does she have anybody to go shopping with?”

“Like a Grecian style goddess?” Bo tilted her head in thought. She supposed that could work. It was simple and clean, and wouldn’t detract from her natural assets. “I will try anything. After all, I won’t find the dress if I don’t try on various styles!” For as much as she rarely got dressed to the nines, Bo really didn’t mind trying on clothes. And she did clean up well.

“As Lara is kind of a traditionalist, I’m thinking she’ll wear a dress as well. I didn’t exactly ask her on that, but that’s my guess. And for shopping? I think she may do some with Sam.” As in the Sam from the video game, the girl with the camera with aspirations of some sort of film work. Lara’s best friend. And the Sam who was kidnapped by the crazy cult leader and was nearly possessed by Himiko in a ritual that Lara had only barely been able to stop. Bo had never had so much satisfaction as when she’d gotten to kill that cult leader.

But that was besides the point. “Though if you wanted to see if she wanted to do some with you, go ahead. I think she’d like the bonding experience with you.” Bo smiled at Kenzi. She was forever thankful that Kenzi liked Lara.

Kenzi was forevermore a harsh judge of any potential suitors that crossed Bo’s line of interest - everything on the other side, so far, led to eating buckets of ice creaming paired with wine and watching rom-coms for a happy. Lauren had been given another chance to be the love of Bo’s vagina and even though the two of them were on friendlier terms, she still had her reservations. At least Muscles had a good track record, and had stuck with her bestie through thick and thin and mega-succubi moments to the moments of waking up covered in blood.

As long as Bo was taken care of, she could sleep at night without worry.

“I’m gonna help her research some venues,” she smiled and set the flute down, just to shoo the attendant away while she zipped up the next dress that the bride-to-be slipped on. “I like her. You guys have already gone through the ringer thanks to dream bullshit and haven’t rung the other way. You deserve some happy after everything that’s happened.”

Someone needed to be a harsh judge when Bo was a succubus and could have her head turned by anyone with a pulse in the dreams. At least when she wasn’t dating one specific person in them. She was starting to think he luck with Lara was karma from the dreams, giving her something good and steady. The Dyson heartbreak, the Lauren betrayal, the Ryan doucheassery. Seriously, she didn’t understand how her taste was a million times better in this life.

After Kenzi zipped her up, Bo turned around and smiled at Kenzi. “Thank you. And I’m definitely happy the two of you get along. The fact that she hasn’t run the other way after certain revelations about me, and that I haven’t abandoned her because of her own issues says a lot.” The couple who bled together, stayed together? She then pulled Kenzi into a hug. “And you are the bestest friend I could ever hope for.”

Oof. So many feels were oozing out of them that Kenzi for sure thought she could almost explode in funny cartoon hearts. “Only you know how to make me vom in a good way, Bobo,” she snickered, squeezing the amazoness of a woman tight before releasing. “Don’t worry, not going to vom on this most fab dress - how’s it feel? Give it a spin for me, all Sailor Moon style.”

Shiny transformation sequence would be a plus, but. You know.

She had a feeling there would be quite a few feels oozing out of them during this process of wedding planning. And she had to wonder if Kenzi was the type to cry at weddings. She supposed she’d find out the answer to that. “I do it out of love, Kenz,” she said with a grin. “As for the dress, it definitely feels better. Still not it, but yeah. I think it’s in the right direction, at least!”

And she did spin, just not as fast as Sailor Moon. Though the shiny transformation sequence would be an interesting one. Sailor Succubi, defender of justice!