With a decorative comb clenched in her teeth she did the one legged hop dance to get her heels on then quickly twisted part of her hair up to pin it in place with the comb. "Just..stay there. For one night!" She contemplated spelling it in place, but figured that would be a waste of energy. Either it will hold or it wouldn't. Bugger!
She darted into her bedroom to grab up her clutch purse that matched the sapphire blue slip of a dress she had finally settled on, nabbed the matching wrap from the back of her vanity chair then made to pelt her way down the hall. She knew enough to not dart down the stairs in the heels or she'd risk another sprained ankle and no thanks. Sprained ankles led to run ins with Dean Mr. Douche-alot Winchester.
Spying Jack in the foyer with the tea she smiled as she came down the stairs. "Shadowcrest has been playing host, I see."