"Chow?" he managed to get out. Finn couldn't help but swallow, trying to ignore the twitch of his body. He took in the dress again, the light material wrapping itself around his body like it was made for him, the sharpness of his hipbones giving the illusion of a shapely figure.
"Yeah?" Chow snapped, he rubbed his fingers across the bridge of his nose, giving excessive care as to not smear any of the make-up. The girls had taken almost an hour just to apply it, and he did not want them finding out he had already messed it up. How the hell could girls wear this all the time and not mess it up?
Finn could almost feel Chow's anger as he walked back into the apartment, and gabbed a small black purse. He tried not to grin at his friends torment, but he just couldn't help it.
Sighing Chow tugged at the fabric of the dress, pulling it down more, feeling rather uncomfortable. "God dammit, I hate this dress..."
Following Chow to the elevator, Finn's gaze swept across the length of his back –all pale skin and fragility. If anybody knew what this guy could do, or that he was a guy, Finn didn't think they'd believe it. "You know Chow, you make one pretty girl."
Chow turned around to glare at him, cheeks reddened and lips pursed. Now he looked like an angry girl.
Finn grinned un-apologetically "Really, you make as pretty a girl as you do a guy, we should have seen this before. You know, Chow, if you want to do this for your day to day wear, I don't think anyone's going to complain."
Finn then began to laugh, before he was punched, right in the gut. "...Uhhggg... Oww..." hunching over slightly, he cradled his stomach
"Drop dead..." Chow growled walking past him, tugging at the dress even more. Chow in male form was an amusing thing, a little scary at times but still amusing; in female form, he was somehow far more intimidating. Finn didn't think it was normal for a male to look so comfortable as a female –or to look so good as a female either.
There was a ping and the doors slid open, Chow walked in ahead of Finn, unusually comfortable in the too high heels that someone had loaned him –Viper he guessed, Jade's feet where too small.
He turned around, hands on his hip and brows raised, as he stared at the still hunched over man. "Oh Suck it up, I didn't hit you that hard." Just enough to make sure that he'd be able to feel it for a while.
The two made it down to where the car was waiting for them, Viper, Jackie, Black and Ratso, already waiting down by the limo.
Viper smiled at the sight of the two friends making their way down to them. As the door opened, Black and Ratso slid in first followed by Jackie and Viper.
Finn went to step in next, but before his foot even made it inside, he stopped and took a step back. "I'm sorry, where are my manners?." He gave a mock bow, offering to let 'her' in first. "Laddies First" He held out a hand oh, so politely.
"Fuck off" He mumbled quietly, glaring down at the offered hand.
Climbing into the limo, Chow's heel caught against the sidewalk, wobbling a little, Finn was able to take a hold of his Chow's arm, and keep his friend from face-planting into the car.
Chow tensed up at the warm feeling of Finn's fingers against the cool skin of his arm.
"Problem?" Finn grinned smugly. Chow just wrenched his arm free of Finn's grasp, trying to ignore the warmth that crept inside his body.
"Just shut up and get in the damn car!" He mumbled, carefully sliding into the limo, making sure not to fall again.
...
"Now." Black Began as soon as the door had shut behind Finn. "Your host for the evening is Monsieur Clien Du'von, a wealthy french business man, with a keen eye for rare jewels. We believe that him to be the legendary, crook, The Lightning Thief (Yeah. Yeah I know. - _ -.), Seeing that he is able to get in and out of a place in the blink of an eye."
"Then how do you know it's Du'von?" Viper Asked.
"All of the pieces stolen have all been from museums that Du'von had visited just the same night. So it makes since that it would be Du'von, or at least someone close to Du'von" Black reasoned. He was right, of course, not that he would say so.
"Makes since."
"Yes. Now as I was saying before, The thief is able to get in and out of the museum without being seen, but only for short periods of time." Everyone nodded. "Chow," Black turned to look at the man –or was he supposed to be calling him a woman— "Your name is Mei-ling Suzette, the wealthy daughter of Haru Suzette, owner of the world famous Suzette shipping company. Finn, your name is Travis Riddler, you're a Irish businessman who is a great investor in Suzette shipping. Jackie, Viper you two are Veronica and Jason Morison, You own thirty beauty school across country, and your both very lucrative art collectors." Once again they nodded.
"Some time during the party I want all of you to split up and look around to see if you can find any secret passageways or as such. If so Find out where they lead, if you find anything send us a ring," he passed them the small devices that, if clicked, would alert the team, "And we'll be in the building. We'll have the place surrounded."
Black finished after that and the Limo was silent, Jackie and Viper quietly murmured about their covers and Black was instructing Ratso on how to properly be a good waiter.
Chow did not bother to speak. He crossed his arms and Finn watched the rise and fall of his chest, the length of his toned arms, the elegance of his fingers- Chow leaned back in his seat, and the slit slid up further, revealing a stretch of pale skin that Finn quickly averted his eyes from. He squirmed in his seat, trying to force down the hardening in his pants with pure will of thought.
"This is so weird," he murmured, and Chow gave a snort.
"I'm the one in the dress, you know," Chow said, nails digging into his hand.
"Yeah, really weird," Finn said.
Viper stopped her chatting, and looked like she was about to speak, but simply shared a look with Chow and left it at that. Finn wondered if they had already formed some sisterly bond in the hours Chow had posed as a girl. Chow rolled his eyes in answer, and Viper's brows rose. Finn frowned, looking between them, then gave up. It would be easier to try to decipher Jade's squeals and looks.
"What's it like in a dress?" Finn asked suddenly, since he was actually curious.
Chow stared at him blankly, and then slowly broke out into a frown. "You really want to know what a man feels like in a dress?"
"Well," Finn shrugged casually, "Yeah."
Chow raised a brow, "Why? Curious about trying it out yourself?"
Viper snorted. "I can't imagine Finn in a dress, I mean, it's like," she looked around, "Black in a dress."
Black winced outwardly. "Must you-" he didn't end the sentence, only shaking his head. Finn could understand it, having to imagine himself in a dress –and why was it that the only dress he could think of was the ballerina outfit his sister had worn at age three?— was not the nicest of thoughts.
"And you could imagine me in one?" Chow sounded insulted.
"I can see you in one," Viper pointed out, her eyes moving up and down Chow's form. She waggled her eyebrows, "You look hot, too."
Chow blushed slightly, eyes darting towards Finn at the sound of the exact words he had said. Coughing uncomfortably, "I think we're there." The limo had stopped, and there was the sound of footsteps.
"Finn, Chow, you two go in first, Jackie, Viper, you follow after. Meanwhile Ratso we need to get you to the servants entrance to get ready."
Chow nodded sharply, and Finn stepped out of the limo. He waited for Chow to step out behind him –a long pale leg followed by a thin body— and held out his arm. Chow took it gracefully, his pale arm even paler against the darkness of the cloth.
Chow straightened, just barely leaning closer to Finn, black hair brushing against Finn's collar. Giving a charming smile, the valet almost tripped over empty air just at the sight of him –her.
He walked through the doorway, keeping his expression still as he caught sight of the lush carpet and swinging chandeliers, the walls decorated by pieces of art he had only ever seen in books.
"Hello," a man stepped up to them, white, in his thirties, "I'm Clien Du'von, it- it's a pleasure to meet you." The man licked his lips, jarringly similar to a rat, and Finn's hand pulled Chow closer to him.
Finn moved a hand to Chow's back, remembering too late that it was bare.
He felt the heat rise against his skin and kept his hand still. Chow shivered though, at the touch against his skin.
"Travis Riddler, it's a pleasure," Finn held out his hand, shaking the other man's firmly. He felt like wiping his hand down on his shirt, but it wouldn't be proper etiquette or something, he guessed.
Du'von wasn't looking at him though, slimy bastard.
It took a lot for Chow not to punch the man right in the face. He had to act... Act like a true female. So, he forced himself to smile and speak as feminine as possibly. "It's nice to meet you,"
Finn tried not to show his surprise at how feminine Chow sounded, voice soft and pitched higher, with a trace of an accent that he couldn't place. She –he, if he ever called Chow a she, he would kill him.
"Enchanted," the man caught Chow's hand he bent down lips just barely brushing against the back side of his palm. Chow's nose wrinkled delicately, and he allowed the touch before snatching his hand back, laying it on Finn's arm instead.
Finn was surprised at how comfortable Chow was acting though, poised and elegant, smiling the entire time, even though Finn knew without a doubt that he wanted to punch Du'von right now. He was surprised at how well Chow fit against him, hand against arm, hip brushing his, head moving closer to his occasionally to give the pretense of an actual engagement. He was surprised when Du'von's gaze moved lower, and there was a sharp pinch in his gut, a turn that he didn't want to identify.
They moved on, meeting another couple, followed by another, and then another, before they sat down at a table, Chow rubbing slightly at the bottom of his now sore feet. They had already seen Jack and Viper talking to an elderly couple, a large red blush coating Jackie's face while Viper's held a unruly smirk.