Disclaimer: The characters of Jarlaxle, Entreri, the Underdark, Faerûn, the drow, and other aspects of Forgotten Realms are the creations of R.A. Salvatore. I seek not to steal from his creation but only to humbly expand. The character of Jarian however is my creation.

The outfit. . .no, the atrocity was more the appropriate description, blinded Entreri's eyes.

Entreri managed to form words and asked evenly, "Try it on?"

Jarian nodded happily and had the outfit float over to the assassin.

Jarlaxle looked to Entreri. "Of course try it on."

Swallowing a comment Entreri composed himself admirably and walked toward the washroom. . .the outfit following him.

"Why can't he change out here Jarlaxle?"

"Because Jarian, waiting makes you want something more."

"I like the way you think my Captain," Jarian said, with a sly twinkle in his eye.

With an inward chuckle Jarlaxle thought, I also like the way I think. He was of the opinion that this was one of Jarian's best outfits that he ever made. It expressed his passion for fashion. . .among other things. Entreri's expression was one he would treasure. While the assassin seemed composed, his superior observational skills noticed an almost imperceptible twitch of Entreri's left eye.

Entreri pretended he didn't hear Jarian and Jarlaxle's comments as he departed for the washroom. He folded his arms and slowly regarded the outfit. The outfit almost seemed to shimmer in reply, as if it was happy that Entreri was looking at it. Somehow when Entreri thought on this fact, it seemed a feasible option when he considered who created it in the first place.

He blinked when the outfit laid itself out for him. Approaching the pants he recoiled at what he saw inside. . .Jarian had made undergarments for him.

He ran a hand through his hair and cursed. The undergarment he had on now was practical; it did what it needed to do. However, it would be nearly impossible to wear with the tight pants Jarian made for him. He considered not wearing any underwear at all, but he did not want to make Jarian any more excited than he already was. Lifting the undergarment from the pants with his two fingers, he treated it as if it was a delicate piece of parchment.

The undergarment itself was one that would go unnoticed in the tight pants. With Jarian's exceptional skill, only the wearer and the creator would know it was there, making the observer wonder what lie beneath. It was filmy and Entreri wagered to guess that it was made of spider silk, with a little something added to make it stretchable and to. . .conform. The irony of the undergarment being made of a spider web did not escape Entreri and he did not wish to take that thought any further than it needed to, gods forbid if Jarlaxle found it.

Entreri undressed mechanically and slipped the undergarment on. He was horrified to find that it was a perfect fit.

Putting on the deep violet pants proved to be most difficult indeed. He tried one leg, and then the other. He then sat in a chair to try and wrench the pants on. It wasn't until he picked up a dagger to cut at the material when the pants seemed to writhe, snake about his thighs, and then cling to his legs. He slowly set down the dagger and stared at the pants, which innocently shed a deep violet sheen.

"That is not normal. . ."

The shirt's bright orange color accosted his vision and when Entreri's eyes adjusted to the color he went to put it on. It didn't surprise him as much as the pants when the shirt proceeded to lace itself. He clasped the buckle next and tensed as he waited for something to happen, luck was with him when nothing drastic happened. The golden buckle merely twinkled.

He slipped into the boots and inwardly admitted they were comfortable. Soft material inside the boots shifted to support his feet. He only wished that the boots didn't sparkle as much as they did. . .or rather he preferred that they didn't sparkle at all. Assassins do not sparkle.

He put his weapons back on and reached for the hat. Placing it on his head he slowly turned toward the mirror. To the normal fashion conscious eye, he wouldn't look that bad. Fashion runways in other parts of the world contained 'outrageous' outfits to showcase a designer's talent and vision. The only vision Entreri was seeing was that of throwing the outfit into the deepest layer of the nine hells, watching it burn, and then watching a demon trample on its ashes.

"Artemis!" Jarian called from the other room, "Come and show us the finished product!"

Entreri grumbled, "don't call me Artemis."

Almost as if Jarlaxle overheard him, "stop grumbling and come on out Entreri."

Entreri took a steadying breath and walked into the room.

Jarian clapped happily and let out a squeak of glee. Tazolg squeaked in reply from across the room and Entreri merely assumed it was Jarian. The eyes of Jarian shined as they absorbed the sight of Entreri in his outfit. It was as he envisioned it, yet so many times better. His lips curled into a sly smile and his eyes drifted to the pants. So, he wore them after all. A shiver of excitement crept up Jarian's spine.

Jarlaxle stroked his chin thoughtfully as he looked at Entreri in the outfit. He was trying his best not to burst out in laughter at Entreri's expression. Entreri looked about as resigned as a drow male trying on an outfit their Matron Mother picked out for them. He couldn't help but smile as he took in the outfit in its entirety. It really was quite good.

"Congratulations Jarian!" Jarlaxle pat him on the shoulder. "This is a finely crafted outfit."

"Thank you my Captain, your approval means the Underdark to me." Jarian walked around Entreri. Purposely looking toward his pants and then up to Entreri's eyes, "everything fits correctly?"

"Yes," Entreri said in a clipped tone.

"Splendid!" Jarian gave him a quick hug before he could protest.

Entreri's hand went toward his sabre, but a warning look from Jarlaxle stopped that movement. The feathers of Entreri's hat glowed. It was a good thing that Entreri did not know that they reflected Jarian's excitement; otherwise a warning look may not have stopped him from drawing the sabre.

"You look stunning Entreri," Jarlaxle said with a smirk in his voice. "You should dress like this all the time."

Jarian perked up excitedly until Entreri said, "no."

"Shame," Jarlaxle said.

Jarian cleared his throat. "Allow me now to describe to you the subtle intricacies of my creation."

Jarlaxle sat down and poured himself a glass of wine. He noticed Entreri eyeing the wine glass and languidly sipped it as he glared. "Go on Jarian."

He motioned as he talked. "The boots are finely crafted from lizard hide and can mold to support the delicate arch of one's foot. It also allows for circulation and increased mobility. The obsidian dye contrasts with the sparkles of a pixie, sustaining the metaphor of one's ability to walk in darkness and light."

Entreri thought, My boots are a metaphor?

"The deep violet pants have the ability to cling to the muscles and can morph to close any rips in the fabric. It is a self-fixing charm whose side effect is the added sheen."

"An useful ability," Jarlaxle said, recalling from experience.

Jarian nodded. "The belt gives the outfit an added dazzle. The buckle can shine brightly all depending on the will of the user. If one stares for too long at the outfit, one can simply suggest to the buckle to shine and their eyes will be blinded by its magnificence."

Entreri slowly looked to the belt. I am not going to flash Jarian.

Jarian continued, "the shirt's color is vibrant and a testament to risk taking. While the fabric may look flimsy and is in fact rather soft to the touch, it can repel crossbow quarrels."

"Really?"

Jarian nodded to Jarlaxle's question.

Jarlaxle stroked his chin thoughtfully, and then unleashed a crossbow quarrel. The laces of Entreri's outfit unlaced to bat the quarrel aside, then tied themselves neatly into a bow. Nodding to himself, Jarlaxle slipped the hidden crossbow back into his sleeve.

"You. . .shot. . .me," Entreri said in measured words.

"I trust Jarian's tailoring ability," Jarlaxle said easily.

Jarian beamed.

"But you shot me!"

Jarlaxle shrugged and Entreri struggled to maintain his composure. Jarlaxle noted with great satisfaction that the very small twitch in Entreri's left eye had returned.

"As you can see the outfit has impeccable reflexes, thought of course its accuracy is dependant on the wearer. If the wearer is not strong and does not have finely tuned senses of, for example, an assassin then the quarrel will hit them." Jarian noted with satisfaction that Entreri seemed to actually like that aspect. "Anyway, the hat can repel any liquid, such as rain for those long walks on the Surface. I also enjoy the special feathers."

Jarlaxle noticed that when Jarian smiled widely the feathers glowed. "They are special indeed."

Entreri didn't want to know why they were special. . .it was safer that way.

Jarian and Jarlaxle stared at the outfit admiringly. Entreri shifted. "All right, I've worn your outfit and upheld my part of the bargain. I'm going to change into normal clothes now."

Jarian sighed heavily and Jarlaxle waved him away.

"Yes, you have upheld your part of the bargain," Jarlaxle said. "Go back to your room and change, you shall get the privacy you so desire."

Jarian perked up at the word desire, but inwardly cursed thinking on how he could get around this whole 'privacy' aspect.

"Thank you," Entreri said flatly. He nodded to the both of them before leaving.

Jarlaxle watched him leave and turned to Jarian, expecting him to be inconsolable. He was, to say the least, surprised to find Jarian smiling.

"Are you happy that Entreri tried on your outfit?"

"That's not why I'm smiling," Jarian said simply. "Though, it is a part of the reason."

"Oh?"

"He still needs to remove the outfit," Jarian said calmly sitting down. "He will come to me." With a grin, "there is that and his room is on the other side of the hideout."

Jarlaxle chuckled. "Do behave yourself."

"Always," Jarian said with the most innocent smile.

Jarlaxle didn't buy the 'innocent' smile, but was amused nonetheless. "I have work to attend to and I do not want Entreri to bother me because you are interfering with his privacy."

Jarian watched him exit and Tazolg floated over to him. Tazolg squeaked and glowed fuchsia, reflecting Jarian's mood. "That's right Tazolg, I'm feeling naughty."

Author's Note: ::giggles and glows fuchsia:: Sorry that the update took a bit, been busy and a little under the weather. But I figured, 'hey, it's almost my birthday, I better update before then.' Next chapter: Entreri has to somehow get the outfit off. Please review!

::Entreri leaps at her with his sabre::

"Gah! Stop! I want to live to be 20! Let me live past August 24th!!"

::Entreri goes to strike then freezes as he sees Jarian::

::Authoress' jaw drops::

::Jarian grins:: "Okay! I'm wearing my birthday suit!!"

::Jarlaxle enters room, sees what's going on, exits room::

::Entreri and authoress run after him, saving the review button, so that people won't be scared away::

Reviewer Comment Time (I love you guys, lol)!!!!!!

LPdarkstorm: Thank you, it really means a lot when people say that I can portray a character well. As for Jarian creeping people out. . .he tends to have that effect on people. . .I don't really know why. . .

::Jarian prances about in birthday suit and authoress sweatdrops:: Er. . .never mind. . .

Chickens: "Late Entreri the Pink" I burst out laughing when I read that. I like the sound of that.

::Entreri draws sabre::

Katie: Thank you for the comments, my story as a gem. . .I like the sound of that. ::Jarian looks to her:: "Did you know Entreri's eyes sparkle like gems?"

::Jarlaxle restrains Entreri::

Euphorbic: "Like a bad accident, no matter how painful this gets, I can't turn my eyes away. Part of me wants to ask you how you could do this to Entreri, the other half is just in stupefied awe that you have. I think if I was Entreri, I'd sooner sleep with Jarian than wear that! Pain over humiliation any day! The trick would be to make sure Jarian didn't... well, like it." I couldn't have described it better myself. Sometimes I swear this story writes itself.

::Jarian likes Euphorbic's idea::

::Entreri's jaw drops::

Spider: Thanks for the inspiration for the outfit; it was like you plucked it from my brain.

Some Reader: Mission accomplished, lol. Glad I could aid in laughter.

Sylvan: ::Jarlaxle hands Sylvan a vial with a wink::

::authoress looks about for a cult following::

::Entreri blinks "did she call the outfit. . .sex-ey??"::

Ace: ::Entreri takes bag of sugar and calmly asks to borrow Ace's dog::

::Jarian gives the both of them a look, then grins "you should see the outfit I made for the dog"::

::Jarian then grins "torture chamber eh? Oh Entreri. . ."::

Oh great, give him an idea.

Silverwolf: Glad you liked the quote and Tazolg. ::Tazolg squeaks happily::

::Entreri grumbles, "she called me Artemis"::

As for Jarlaxle, well, I'd say he likes the outfit and that he enjoys watching Entreri squirm, lol. Your comment made me laugh so very hard and I made sure the review button was saved this chapter. . .Jarian on the other hand. . .well. . .erm. . .yeah. . .

Oracle: ::Entreri hides with Oracle and mumbles, "well, least it's better than being kidnapped by Jarian"::

::Jarian grins::

Lena Silverwing: Hmm, Drizzt and Entreri? ::Jarian huffs "he's mine!"::

::authoress slowly backs away:: I shall have to think on that pairing, we'll see how much spare time I have in the future. But if I do decide to do it ::wink:: you'll be the first to know.

Alexia: Thanks for the reviews! Glad you like the story.

Em Starcatcher: Yeah, if it wasn't for that sobering potion. . .well, things may have gotten messy.

Nightmaiden02: If RAS were to stumble across the story ::giggle:: that would rock! I can't even picture his reaction, well I could. . .it would either involve A) a Jarlaxle like chuckle, B) a Jarian-like clapping, C) an imperceptible twitch of his left eye like Entreri, or D) a mixture of all of the above