SWEATER WEATHER (JO)

[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] I'll be there for you Cause you're there for me too tugging the expansive white dress up over her chest, scout grimaced as she struggled to twist around and zip the outfit up her back. "it's basically impossible to do this by myself, you know that right?" she asked, sighing and pouting amusedly at jo who stood nearby, waiting patiently. "can you please help me with the zipper?" this was only the first wedding dress she'd tried on, and she already couldn't get herself in to it. what sort of bride was she going to be if she couldn't even dress herself? as she waited patiently for jo's assistance, scout examined her reflection in the mirror. she loved wedding dresses, as most normal females do, but she had a subconscious feeling that she would instantly know which dress was meant for her the moment she got it on. it just had to feel right. and she didn't think this was the one. however, that didn't stop her from trying all of them on in the meantime. the perfect dress was out there, and she would find it if they had to spend all day here, but until then she planned on indulging her girly side. biting her bottom lip as she glanced at jo in the mirror, reflected over her shoulder as she helped her with the zipper, scout couldn't help smiling at her friend as the dress closed. "you know... if you and lysander ever get married, we would be sisters-in-law," she winked and giggled girlishly. sighing contently, she ran her hands gently over the beaded bodice of the gown, feeling the raised pattern against her fingertips. "i never thought i would get married," she mused, almost to herself. "but now i can't imagine not wanting to." she smiled to herself and glanced down at the flowing fabric that fell away from her hips in a cinderella-style skirt. she couldn't - and didn't want to - imagine her life without nixon in it. she already belonged to him, heart and soul, being married to him only made it legal. toying with the tips of her gently-curled blond hair, she sucked in a breath and then released it as she looked back up at herself in the mirror. "too poofy, or maybe just not the right amount of poof," she commented with a shrug. turning to look at jo, she smiled brightly. "did they pull out your bridesmaid's gown for you yet? i let one of the personal shoppers call in and ask them to pull it for me. i should've just done it myself," she commented, pursing her lips slightly and glancing back toward the main part of the bridal store. she still hated people doing simple tasks for her, but she was trying to relax for nixon's benefit. if she was going to be his wife, she was going to have to get used to having luxuries she'd never had growing up. [/style] [style=width: 205px; height: 100px; background-color: 101010; float: right; margin-top: 10px; border-left: 3px solid #353535; border-right: 3px solid #353535; padding: 5px; overflow: auto] [style=border-bottom: 1px dotted #cacaca; width: 42px]WORDS: meh TAG: jo NOTES: girl time!

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[joanna ruby reagan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY jo couldn’t get the stupidly big smile off of her face even as scout pulled the first dress on over her shoulders. she loved weddings. it was one of the not-so-guilty pleasures she had even as a young girl. she had been born in her neighborhood just young enough that when she was turning eight, the older girls were starting to get married and she could be the flower girl, or when her cousins got older, a bridesmaid. there was just something about the entire event that made her giddy, even if it wasn’t her own special day. it helped that jo hadn’t been able to indulge her girly side for quite some time. this outing with scout was as welcomed as it was surprising. she didn’t know the other woman very well, but she guessed that she’d be spending plenty of time with her here on out, and they’d get to know each other quite well. the blonde murmured an assent and moved over to help scout, thin fingers untwisting the material of the dress from around her shoulder before zipping the dress up and taking a step back. she appraised the other woman, tilting her head to one side before giggling at her remark. ”we would be, yeah.” she hooked the two edges of the dress together to keep it tightened against her back and then stepped around scout, standing to her side. the idea of marrying lysander was not unpleasant, not at all, but jo never really thought about it before. she was used to being considered (and considering herself) as a party girl, someone who would get married to some rich guy and be a trophy wife, because that was how she was used to being treated, even encouraged it after a while. ly was different, though, and that was clear from the beginning. it was still early enough in their relationship, she supposed. jo reluctantly cleared her mind of the warm feelings that her own fledgling relationship made bloom in her chest, and turned her attention back to scout. the other woman was positively glowing with happiness, which brought the grin back to the scientist’s face. she sounded so euphoric that it was catching. the dress wasn’t perfect, jo didn’t think, but she still looked beautiful. ”i’m glad you and nixon are so happy,” she commented softly, stroking fingers over the phone in her pocket as she shoved her other hand in her jeans, blue eyes warm. ”yeah, i think you can find a better one,” she admitted, letting out a huff of amusement. ”not to say that one isn’t nice, but the poof...” she grimaced a little. scout was right. not the right amount of poof at all. ”i don’t think they have yet, but-” jo was interrupted by a woman in a navy dress poking her head into the room and telling her that the bridesmaid’s gown was ready. ”if you can just put it on one of those chairs, i’ll get it in a second,” jo told her before moving to unzip scout’s dress. it looked difficult enough to move in and she still needed help to get out of it. ”start putting on the other one, i’ll be right back.” 548 why so pretty. you know the outfits ahhh ---------------- CREDIT

[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] I'll be there for you Cause you're there for me too examining herself in the mirror for a moment, scout remembered all of the twists and turns she'd taken to get to this place. for the longest time, she simply hadn't considered ever being married because, well, it didn't matter to her. her job as a detective had been everything that mattered to her. she'd even disconnected from her father and her brother because she'd become so married to her job. she'd become stoic and closed-up, and she essentially had become a shell of herself. she wasn't hateful, but she wasn't vibrant and she honestly wasn't happy, although she'd thought she was. she'd been blinded by her job, feeling nothing outside of the success of solving a case or jailing a criminal. then nixon had happened. he'd been another assignment at first. she'd even imagined that he would be some portly billionaire who was stuck on himself and would sicken her at first sight. unfortunately, she'd been wrong. even after looking at the pictures of him in the files she'd memorized before his birthday party, she hadn't been prepared for the real thing. she'd never allowed a target to get under her skin the way he had, but he had affected her instantly. she'd tried, in vain, to continue her job - even going so far as to 'pretend' to date him while actually dating him - but she'd failed miserably. for the first time since she'd become a detective, there was something more important to her, and that was protecting nixon. during all of that time, jo and lysander had been kindling a rather simple, sweet romance with none of the complicated, convoluted attributes that scout and nixon shared. that was lysander's style - simple and proper - while his brother was rather different. scout preferred nixon over his half-brother - for obvious reasons - but she was glad lysander had met jo. she knew the other blond from her time at the station since, at the time, they'd been two of the only women on the force. scout had gone to her for assistance, and she considered jo a friend although they didn't know one another's innermost thoughts. scout didn't have many female friends, so she happily accepted jo into her life when lysander began dating her. she wanted the two of them to be closer, especially since lysander would soon be her brother-in-law, and she wanted to support him as her own family. so she'd asked the other young woman to be her bridesmaid. essentially, jo was her maid of honor since she and nixon both preferred the wedding party to be small and personal instead of having twelve attendants each. she glanced up as the store attendant announced that jo's dress was ready, and she smiled as the other woman disappeared to try on her own dress. scout was almost as excited to see the bridesmaid gown as she was to find a dress for herself. she knew the green dress would look marvelous on her fellow blond, and green had a...symbolic meaning to both her and nixon. it was a private thing between them that made them smile when it came up, so she'd purposely arranged for green to be the color of choice for their wedding day, not to mention that jo would look amazing in the color with her blond hair and characteristically ruby red lips. loosening the massive gown around her hips, she ducked out of it and escaped, handing it off to an attendant who obediently took it from her. scout thanked the girl and got a wide-eyed, scared expression in return that momentarily confused he before she realized that probably no other bride ever to visit this store had thanked the girl before. frowning to herself, she slipped on a slim-fitted gown that hugged her hips and ran to the floor with a short train behind her feet. wrinkling her nose, she decided that, no, she preferred the wider skirts but less fabric yardage than the first one she'd tried on. shrugging to herself, she examined her butt in the mirror and smiled to herself. nixon would certainly like that, but no, he would have to use his imagination for the dress she imagined herself in. keeping it on as she left the dressing room, she peered down the walkway and noticed jo emerging in her dress. the sheer shoulder piece glittered in the dressing room lights, and the gown fit her perfectly. gasping excitedly, scout lifted her fitted skirt and rushed toward her friend, almost squealing in glee. "oh, jo! you look amazing!" she squeaked, laughing and covering her mouth as her blue eyes grew wide with admiration for how gorgeous the other blond looked. "lysander is going to have a heart attack when he sees you in this." [/style] [style=width: 205px; height: 100px; background-color: 101010; float: right; margin-top: 10px; border-left: 3px solid #353535; border-right: 3px solid #353535; padding: 5px; overflow: auto] [style=border-bottom: 1px dotted #cacaca; width: 42px]WORDS: meh TAG: jo NOTES: girl time!

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[joanna ruby reagan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY it was funny, how things turned out. the gray family had always been distant figures in the media world, not too scandalous until recent times, but just interesting enough to get some time dedicated to them in magazines. they were distant enough that while jo knew the name “lysander gray”, she couldn’t put the face to the man until he had expressly told her. she was a smart woman even if she tried not to be, her job involved putting pieces of crimes together and connecting them, but it had still come as a shock to realize her lysander was the lysander. the same had happened with her relationship with scout. they knew each other from the odd case and also because they were some of the few women on the police force. she had been mixed up with scout once or twice because they were both pretty blondes, and that was apparently all some of the men thought they needed to identify the two. they helped each other along, though, even if they weren’t ever the best of friends, as they were both similar enough to recognize where the other was going to, and it was always nice to have a friend. jo was looking forward to getting to know scout better, and for both of them, her boyfriend and for scout, to get to know nixon better as well. she had seen him on occasion, but they really hadn’t exchanged anything more than a polite smile. this would be the second time that jo would be a maid of honor, and the excitement of it all still burbled in her stomach and chest like so many butterflies. she was honored that scout had chosen her, although the wedding was a small one. jo stroked hands over the plastic still covering the dress, distorting the view of the fabric before kicking herself and getting to it. she pulled the heels off her feet and shimmied out of her skinny jeans, undressing before taking the plastic protection off of her dress. she sucked in a breath, admiring the gorgeous shade of green and the fabric. she slid the dress on, sighing at the feel of the cool satin. she didn’t buy too many fancy dresses anymore. the dress that she had bought for the masquerade had been fairly cheap, about thirty five dollars, which she was grateful for seeing as she had thrown it away, not wanting to ever associate the memories of that night with the dress. this dress felt luxurious in comparison. scout had good taste. it was a long dress with one shoulder, a sheer fabric caught to the slope of her shoulder with a beaded clasp. it fit around her hips and captured her waist and still managed to be demure enough as not to detract from the bride. she loved it. jo moved out of the room, only to see her friend exiting her own dressing room. scout moved fast despite the dress, looking ecstatic. the blonde laughed and put a hand on her hip, thrusting it out and pouting her lips in imitation of a model to try and dissuade the equally big grin coming onto her own face at the praise. ”you were aiming to kill my boyfriend when you picked out this dress, weren’t you? poor ly. but turn around! i wanna see this dress.” when scout moved around so jo could see, she had to laugh a little to herself. ”it does make your ass look really good, scout. are you trying to go poofy or slim, though?” 695 why so pretty. you know the outfits ahhh ---------------- CREDIT

[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] I'll be there for you Cause you're there for me too scout was a typical girl when it came to trying on wedding dresses. even if she didn't like them for her personal taste, they were still wedding dresses. there was hardly a wedding dress ever made that was actually ugly, in her opinion, and although she didn't feel the fitted look matched her expectations for her wedding, the dress was still beautiful. she debated taking a picture of herself and sending it to nixon just to torture him, but she decided against it. a tiny voice in her head made her want to keep the entire dress-choosing scenario her own little secret until the day of when he would see her in the perfect dress. it would be the one that represented all of her dreams, the embodiment of her perfect dream come true. she wanted to be a princess and a queen, the image of nixon's dreams just as he was hers. sucking in a breath, she went to jo as the other girl emerged from the dressing room for her examination. the dress was marvelous, and the green was extremely flattering on the blond. jo could pull off the bright red lipstick with the white blond hair and green dress. it was a look scout never considered for herself, but jo was obviously more comfortable with her sexuality than scout ever had been. she was comfortable with nixon because she loved him, and he brought out a side of her she'd never been in touch with prior, but she wasn't an openly sexy woman. at least, she didn't see herself that way. she admired and respected jo for being so comfortable with herself and with other people. it was ironic to her that lysander had been the one to get involved with her. lysander was more like scout, with his propriety and mannerly behavior. she loved the intricacies of human relationships: how a woman like jo could end up with lysander and a man like nixon could ask scout to marry him. glancing down at her ring finger, she smiled to herself as she twirled her diamond engagement ring on her left hand, watching it sparkle beautifully in the lights. although it was the most expensive thing she owned, it was perfect. nixon had spoiled her, but it was perfect for her. it wasn't more than she could handle, but it fit him and it fit her relationship with him as well. everything it represented made her heart swell with happiness as jo spun to examine her. "i didn't pick it out just with that in mind, but it is gonna kill him. you're so beautiful, jo. i'm jealous," she pouted playfully, giggling when she couldn't keep the act up for long and jo joked about her ass looking amazing. turning, she looked over her shoulder at her behind and nodded appreciatively before chuckling in amusement. "it's beautiful, but i don't think i want a fitted dress. is it weird to admit i want to look like cinderella?" she admitted with a small, sheepish grin. "without the fairy godmother and the pumpkin and all that, of course." she laughed lightly and turned, departing to her dressing room once more. unzipping the fitted gown, she slipped out of it and gently removed the third gown from its bag. it was another poofy dress, although not as overdone as the first one, with a flowered sash around the waist like and a simple, yet elegant bodice. not expecting much since she'd already lucked out on the first two, she absentmindedly pulled the dress up over her hips and leaned her head down so her blond hair would fall out of the way of the zipper as she zipped it up her back. her fingers brushed the decorative buttons along the zipper before she reached up and grabbed her hair, fluffing it out around her shoulders as she lifted her gaze to look at herself in the mirror. she gasped as her heart leapt in her chest at the sight of herself. "this is it..." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. she gaped at herself in the mirror. it was simple and elegant, but the criss-crossed pattern of the bodice coupled with the flowing tulle skirt and feminine flower sash around her waist all added up to make the perfect dress. yes, this was it indeed. she could see herself walking down the aisle toward the man of her dreams now. she would accept only this one and nothing else. "jo..." she glanced over at her friend, her eyes full of emotion and excitement that she'd found the perfect dress. "what do you think?" [/style] [style=width: 205px; height: 100px; background-color: 101010; float: right; margin-top: 10px; border-left: 3px solid #353535; border-right: 3px solid #353535; padding: 5px; overflow: auto] [style=border-bottom: 1px dotted #cacaca; width: 42px]WORDS: meh TAG: jo NOTES: girl time!

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[joanna ruby reagan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY ”i think every girl wants to feel like a princess,” jo giggled with her, smoothing her hands reverently over the skirt. she still couldn’t get over the fact that she was wearing something so pretty. shopping with scout turned out to be therapeutic. it took her mind off of the fact that her job was currently high stress, and kept taking her back to the bloody masquerade night. having fun shopping for a friend’s wedding took her mind off of that, though, which was probably one of the better things that it could do. she wanted to be a girl. she wanted to twirl around in pretty dresses with scout and find the dress that would make scout look and feel as gorgeous as she deserved to feel on her wedding day. even if she was somewhat cynical about love, she felt like weddings were the one time that indulging on an expensive dress and finding something that made the woman feel beautiful was completely justified. no strings attached. she pouted a little, laughing. ”but the pumpkins are half the fun! don’t even try to tell me nixon isn’t hiring some giant limo to sweep you away. and i can be your fairy godmother- sister, whatever.” jo kept the dress on. she wasn’t taking this off until she had to. it had the exact right measure of class and sex, something that she was comfortable wearing and made her feel pretty. it was just muted enough as to not detract from scout’s dress, either. she was so wrapped up in her own dress that when she looked up, it took her breath away. the dress scout had just donned was simply gorgeous. there was no other word to describe it. it had the right amount of poof for scout, something that was princess-y without overdoing the look and making her look like a monster of frills and lace. while she was sure someone could pull off those dresses, she didn’t think that scout wanted such a dress, nor were they to her taste. this dress, however... it was fluffy without being too bulky. it fit her frame enough to emphasize curves without sticking to them and the material looked soft and silky. it was simple, elegant, and scout looked divine in it. this was the wedding dress that she needed to wear down the aisle. scout actually had the nerve to ask her opinion. jo beamed at her and made to hug her friend, careful not the crush the material of the dress. ”i think you look perfect, honey,” she said, not even caring that her midwestern twang was coming out full force. ”that dress is so beautiful, especially on you, and i think that nixon might start crying when he sees you.” she stepped back to gaze in awe at the dress again, not caring if scout thought that she was being creepy. ”look at that,” she said, shaking her head and grinning again. ”three dresses in and you found yours.” she noticed more of it, like the beaded parts and the little flowered waist. it was truly a spectacular dress that fit her fellow blonde to a tee. she couldn’t wait for this wedding. if nixon didn’t look completely awestruck, she was going to hit him. 563 why so pretty. you know the outfits ahhh ---------------- CREDIT