Perhaps it was that her leather and rubber costume, while undeniably sexy, made her appear less a fragile creature and more the armored amazon.Perhaps it was that her leather and rubber costume, while undeniably sexy, made her appear less a fragile creature and more the armored amazon. Or maybe it was just that she still had his hand and wrist in that odd grip, and as he stood, she put her other hand atop his, twisting downward, just a bit. The suit gasped, grabbing the bar with his other hand for balance. "You were just leaving," she observed. Mr. Polyester seemed to agree wholeheartedly, his beligerence evaporating in favor of a frightened look over his shoulder on his way to the door. Mayhem seemed to forget him the instantly, and within a few seconds, had Jason ensconced in his chair with a cup of coffee, and was examining Marion closely. While Jason watched, fascinated with her every movement, she ran her hands over Marion's face, removed one kid glove to feel under Marion's armpit, touch her forehead. She acted like a doctor examining her patient for a fever. After only a moment, she seemed satisfied, and turned back to Jason. She looked at him seriously. "Jason, we have to get home pretty soon." She looked him over, considering something. "But since you claim to like our costumes so much, why don't you join us for a while, it's still early." She grinned in what seemed a familiar way. |