Ripley laughed. "Ami, take it easy. It's just that dammit, sometimes dressing hot is just the thing. I mean, what about those mumblings about a formal date with Scott? Have you thought about what you're gonna wear?"
She reached into her vest pocket--encountered the shirt rag soaked with "Pierson"'s blood, made sure she didn't pull it out, and checked the other one--coming out with a rolled up snakeskin in golden brown.
"How about a tube dress made of this?" She waggled her eyebrows a little. "Snake hunting's easy, since the bastards keep trying to take chomps out of us. Bet it would set off your hair and eyes really nicely."
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[Ripley] Resistance is Futile (tag Faith, Ami, open)
Date: 2006-05-04 09:17 pm (UTC)She reached into her vest pocket--encountered the shirt rag soaked with "Pierson"'s blood, made sure she didn't pull it out, and checked the other one--coming out with a rolled up snakeskin in golden brown.
"How about a tube dress made of this?" She waggled her eyebrows a little. "Snake hunting's easy, since the bastards keep trying to take chomps out of us. Bet it would set off your hair and eyes really nicely."