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Chase slowly descends the stairs into the bar, eyes closed, looking as though he is really, really trying not to pound the crap out of something.

What's that he's wearing? Is that...a tutu?

Oh, yes. That is a tutu. Chase done got hisself tutu'd.

He takes a seat at the bar and sits there, looking murderous. He has a score to settle with Meg Giry.

But everyone else is free to tell him how pretty he looks, too.

[OOC: Another too-long summary. Chase whines at Meg, discusses watch guts with Guppy, is snickered-at by the Bauers and gets bothered by a very smashed Reno.]

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[balletrat]

I told you your conscience would get the better of you, *Meg says, amiably.*

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Chase glares at her. "You wanted justice, you got justice. Now how long do I have to wear it?" Don't be too easy on him. It'll be a learning experience.

[balletrat]

Three days is the general, *Meg says, mildly.* That sound fair?

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Chase sets his jaw. He thinks he can stay in his room three days without food, but he's not sure. "Fine. Three days."

[balletrat]

*Meg grins.* Oh, cheer up. It'll be a learning experience. And no man is more macho than when he's just got out of a tutu.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy looks over at the man in the tutu, but doesn't say anything. For all he knows, it could be normal where Chase comes from.

"Hello. I don't think we've met before."

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Chase cringes. He's been hoping not to have to talk to anyone while wearing this thing. "Hi," he says flatly. "No, um, we haven't met. I'm Chase." He extends a hand, as normally as he can while clad in a frilly pink satin dress.

[guppy_sandhu]

He shakes the hand.

"Guppy Sandhu, nice to meet you."

He still doesn't say anything about the dress, but can't help looking at it.

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Chase closes his eyes to calm his nerves. "Just to clarify, I'm only wearing this thing because Meg Giry made me. Crazy French ballerina. Don't go near her."

[guppy_sandhu]

He grins.

"I did wonder. But I didn't want to say anything in case it was normal where you came from."

[agirllost]

Well, at least you made Kim smile, Chase.

"Hey."

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Chase sighs. "Hey," he murmurs, and glances nervously up at her. "Just...before you ask, you do know I'm only wearing this because I was stupid enough to lose a bet with the ballerina, right? Not because I like to wear tutus or anything."

Though it is lovely and comfortable.

[agirllost]

"Meg likes to make people wear tutu's," Kim says.

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"I've noticed," he says dryly. "You'd look really pretty in one, though. Better than I would."

[agirllost]

Kim does not think that what you wear makes someone more or less homosexual. So she's not upset by Chase wearing a tutu.

"It's a very nice tutu," Kim says. "And a lot of little girls have ballerina fantasies."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack comes in from outside and is heading toward the bar when he spots something odd.

Chase. In a tutu.

Like he's really not going to approach him and ask about this one.

"Hey Chase. Lose a bet?"

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Chase turns around. Oh, fuck.

A few days ago, he might have walked away without a word. But he's had time to think things over, and he really doesn't want to be pissed at Jack for something Kim's clearly already forgiven him for.

"The fact that I don't even have to explain is kind of scary," he says.

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"I was talking to Meg the other day and asked her why tutus kept cropping up in the bar, so when I saw you I assumed that's what it was." A very slight smile crosses his face. "Pink's not really your colour though."

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Chase gives him a slightly withering look. "You know, you're right. Pink would look so much better on you. You want to go make a bet with the crazy ballerina?"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

The smile gets a little wider. Chin up, Chase; Jack hasn't smiled like this since Teri left. You're doing him a favour.

"I don't think so. So how are you feeling, other than embarassed?"

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Reno looks up from his pyramid of bottlecaps, and just sort of.. stares.

"Shit."

Blinking for a moment to clear his vision, he shakes his head when that doesn't work, and says,

"Either there's somethin' /really/ off about this beer.. or you're wearing a damned tutu."

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Chase turns around and fixes the guy with his Federal Agent Glare Of Doom. "Yeah, I am wearing a damned tutu. You got a problem with that?"

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Reno takes another drag off his cigarette, and slowly shoots Chase a grin that's just /this/ side of suggestive.

"Maybe?"

Did we say slightly inebriated? How about, he's been drinking since he got here, this time. And doesn't quite remember when that was.

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Chase notes the suggestiveness and backs away a little. This is not what he needs right now, given the events of the past few days.

"I'm not wearing this thing of my own volition, okay?" he snaps. "Go talk to Meg Giry. She'll make you wear one too."

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Reno doesn't swing that way. He just always smiles like that -- especially if he can tell it's going to make someone uncomfortable.

But Chase doesn't know that. So Reno just leans back on his barstool, and takes another drag.

"Never met her."