milliways_bar | (no subject)

Esfir is...torn between being not amused, and very amused.

See, whoever it is that is in charge of today decided that she need to let her hair down and get with the spirit of the season. And so when she came down, there was a brief moment of flailing as her centre of balance noticeably changed (heels are not exactly something she is familiar with, outside the low pumps of her formal uniform, and suddenly being over five feet in height is new and odd).

The pants she could live with*, and the...corset wouldn't kill her**, and the hat could be okay, and there is nothing wrong with her hair actually being down, and the cutlass currently slung through her belt is fairly awesome, and the hat she could get used to.

But.

"[If my dogtags do not come back within a minute, I have a sword, and I am not afraid to use it,]" she says in Russian, calmly, to whoever it is that is in control.

Almost sulkily, the chain with her dogtags appears back around her neck.

"[Thank you.]"

Now, the question is; can she walk in those heels.

*well, relatively speaking
**see above

tiny!tag: billy kaplan, leela, the russian astronaut

See, the bar didn't do much to Mal, today.

Perhaps it is because is already dripping wet and beaming like a fool just inside the lakeside door.

Rutting pirate.

[OOC: I am uh. Actually not here. Fail. Slowtime of epic?]

Leela is slouched on a stool looking a bit grumpy.

The eye patch is gone, but in its place Bar has seen fit to give her a hat. Which will not come off her head.

"Blast it all, ye bilge rat. I'm not amused by this!"

A tankard of grog appears in front of her.

All right. That's slightly better.

There's a boy in an eyepatch, a red vest, and breeches laughing at you, Esfir.