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[basic_powers]

Beauford Tannen, sometimes bartender, striding into the bar with a smirk on his face, it was a nice July day back home what did he have to worry about while he headed for the restroom.

Five years of not having it happen dull a man's senses, he realizes as something shifts around him the moment he passes the threshold.

"...no." There's a quick check to make sure he's still HIM...which he is...face, hands, gloved, but still his so that's some relief...

Until he looks down at the himself in the costume he's been thrust into.

"...oh fuck my life." He murmurs. "Dinah is going to kill me."

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[raptorcanaria]

"Nope," she says merrily. "But your skin is saved by not looking better in the outfit than I do."

[basic_powers]

"...well thank Tobin's sainted balls for that much." He replies, trying to find at place to sit. "And thank God Jasil isn't here to see this."

[raptorcanaria]

"Why?" she asks, casually.

While stepping around him to the bar.

[basic_powers]

"...Dinah, you get three guesses as to why and one of them had better have something to do with the charity I told you about." He's wincing, because these kinds of shoes have never and will never be his friends.

"They met the goal."

[raptorcanaria]

At the bar, Dinah turns around and gives him a blank look.

[basic_powers]

"...remember, your last visit to Seattle?" Beauford tries. "I told you about the comedy drag night for charity, didn't I?"

[raptorcanaria]

"I remember," Dinah says. "I don't think it had anything to do with that outfit."

[basic_powers]

"No, but you and Jasil have the same mind, and peh is very good at shaving people while they're napping without waking them."

So he's not taking anymore naps after a long rush night inside of the club.

"Jasil's talking me in fishnets and a side-slit ballgown dress. So how you two think of the same thing I will never really know."