Deli sat at her computer, sipping coffee and grumbling. Loth looked at Trouble, who mouthed 'website?' at him, and rolled his eyes. When the bloody hell was that woman going to get up do something besides curse at the machine?
"Pet, whatcha doin?" he asked, coming up behind and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Playing," she replied, clicking on combinations of buttons and adding a second story to her house.
"Not that game again! What is so damn interesting about it that you're ignoring us," he indicated Trouble as well, "to play it?"
Deli turned and looked at her bots in puzzlement. "Ignoring you?"
"Luv, you've been playing that game non-stop for days. You're starting to look like an owl; your eyes are so wide from staring."
"Oh. I hadn't noticed." She stood up, shaking her head and heading into the bathroom to draw a bath.
Loth sighed and grabbed her arm gently. "Did you forget?"
"Forget what?"
"The party?"
Her jaw dropped and she stared at him. "Is that why Seth's left?"
He nodded, giving her look that clearly said 'duh'.
"What'll I do? I didn't go shopping or anything!" she said, leaving the bath running as she headed for her closet. She began taking things out, throwing possible outfits on the bed frantically as she looked for something suitable to wear.
Trouble came in, holding several garment bags, grinning wickedly. "I got it covered, sweets. Take your bath, and Loth n I will have everything ready when you get out."
Loth nodded, and she went back to the bathroom to enjoy her soak. The bots laid all the clothing and accessories out, peeking in periodically to check on Deli.
When she finally got out of the tub, she padded to her room in her robe, her eyes lighting up as she saw the clothes on the bed. "Aw, it's so... "
"Sexy," Trouble replied, kissing her forehead. "Now get it on fore I change my mind and we stay home."
Deli picked up the calf length black silk skirt and purple silk scarf shirt. Loth helped her tie one end on her shoulder, then she headed for the bathroom to pile her hair up on her head. After aplying some makeup as well, she found the boys arguing who got to wear the leather pants.
"You can both wear 'em. Let's get going. We've got a party to attend," she said, grabbing a pair of bunny ears and placing them in her clutch, a fleeting smile crossing her lips.
She slipped on her strappy sandals, and the boys each took an arm. They got into the convertible, and headed off into the night.