Unexpected Plans

Apple blinked in surprise. "...What?" She finally said.

Rotbart repeated himself, not only for Apple's benefit but for his own as well: "I said:'you wanna celebrate?'" What am I DOING?! He thought to himself.

Apple blinked again. "How?" She asked slowly.

Rotbart shrugged. "I dunno..." He blurted out the next thing that came to his mind. "Wanna get a drink?" He suggested.

Apple gasped. "But, we can't drink! We're underage!" She protested. "We'd get in sooo much trouble!"

"IF we get caught." Rotbart said lightly. Apple looked positively scandalized. Rotbart rolled his eyes at the fairytale princess's stereotypical propriety. "Look, you don't HAVE to drink, Princess." He told her. "Even if it would be fun to watch you get wasted." He added wickedly.

Apple puffed herself up indignantly. "I would never stoop to that!" She declared.

"Fine." Rotbart said nonchalantly. "I won't force you."

"And anyway, what bar would let us in?!"

"Twisted Kelly's." Rotbart answered immediately.

"Twisted who-now?"

"Twisted Kelly's. A leprechaun pub outside of Bookend. They're not very strict."

"'Not very strict?' You mean they'll just let ANYONE drink?!"

"Pretty much. Kelly doesn't believe in age discrimination."

"But that's ILLEGAL!"

"Leprechauns don't really believe in rules either."

Apple huffed. "I really don't think.."

"Alright." Rotbart interrupted calmly.

Apple stared at him. "'Alright?'" She repeated.

"Alright." Rotbart smiled. He had just thought of another way to push Apple's buttons.

"Alright what?"

"I get it."

"You do?" Apple wondered just what Rotbart was getting at.

"Sure. You're too scared to go." Rotbart smirked.

Apple's petulance immediately reared its head. "I didn't say that!" She snapped. "I just think it's a bad idea."

"Of course; widdle pwincesses can't come down from their ivory towers without getting bruised." Rotbart taunted. "No they can't, no they can't!"

Apple deeply resented Rotbart's baby-talking. "I could go if I wanted to!" She said haughtily.

"Hah!"

"I could!"

"If you say so, Princess." Rotbart said passively.

"I COULD!" Apple shouted.

"Riiiiiight..." Rotbart sarcastically drawled.

Apple fumed. I'll show him! She suddenly decided.

"Fine. I WILL go!" She declared as she threw some items into her purse. She got a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stopped. "What does someone wear to Twisted Kelly's?" She asked.

"Not that." Rotbart said as he looked over her current, trademark outfit.

"What's wrong with it?!" Apple retorted defensively.

"Nothing. Except it screams 'princess' and you'll get mugged in a minute." Rotbart pointed out. He strode over to Apple's wardrobe and started looking through it. Much to his disgust, it largely consisted of frilly, royal, good-girl frou-frou. "Jeezus woman, don't you have any jeans?!" He asked irritably.

"I don't DO jeans." Apple said snootily.

Rotbart's eyes suddenly fell on a basket of raggedy clothes by Apple's bed. "Hey, what's that?" He asked. Apple looked.

"Oh, Ashlynn must have left that behind; it's for her fashion show." She said.

Rotbart looked at the raggy clothes dubiously. "Fashion show?"

"They're really much prettier," Apple explained. "Ashlynn's creations tend to change back and forth. It's a Cinderella thing."

"Will they change any time soon?" Rotbart asked.

"Not until midnight."

"Great!" And Rotbart started rummaging through the basket.

"Wait, what?!" Apple exclaimed.

"She's your friend, right? She won't mind."

"I mind! I'm not going out in public like that!"

"You don't wanna get caught, do you?"

"Well no, but..."

"Trust me!" Rotbart flung some clothes at her. "Go try these on."

"No way!..."

After several minutes of bickering, Apple did finally try on the outfit Rotbart put together. And strangely enough, it wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it would be. He had picked out distressed black leggings and a slightly torn, asymmetrical, apple-green tunic top. It's rather shabby chic. Apple thought to herself. But she would never admit that to Rotbart!

"Well...I suppose it's a good disguise..." she said grudgingly. "But it needs the proper accessories!" She quickly picked out out a pair of stylish boots that hid worst of the leggings' holes around the ankles and gold dangling earrings to detract from the frayed bits around the tunic's neckline.

"Ready!" She declared.

"Hexcellent." He replied.

"How do we get there?" Apple wanted to know.

"Come with me." Rotbart said. Apple followed him out to her and Raven's balcony.

"Oh. Are we flying?" She asked.

"Yep."

"Oh, OK." After last time, the idea of being a bird didn't terrify Apple anymore. "But what about my purse?" She asked. She entirely wasn't sure if she could carry with a beak or talons.

Rotbart grinned. "Who said anything about being birds?"

And with that, he grabbed Apple around her waist and jumped off the balcony.