My borrowed face and my third-hand grace only reflect your glory

NOTE: Backdated to yesterday night.

After her night with the family, both parents and siblings together, she managed to get home in enough time to change...and then see CJ out the door so she could finish getting ready for her date. If she could call it that, anyway, being that she'd never met the man in question in person.

Something about him got to her, though. The coarse way he talked, then the equally brusque yet sweet gesture of sending her a dress and all but telling her they were going to have dinner. He was challenging her to a lot, and she was strangely thrilled by the idea of rising to meet it.

The dress itself fit like a dream. She had to assume that he got her measurements from the magazine, and got lucky with having exceptional taste. She liked the way it looked and felt on her, and didn't bother with much more jewelry than the gaudy set that Cadence had given her. It didn't exactly match the outfit, but Anne hardly cared. She adored the gift and wanted to show it off...especially with the man coming to pick her up.

Adding a touch of makeup to the outfit, she slid her feet into a pair of low heels and set to work switching from her usual purse to the small black clutch she'd decided to use for the evening. She had no idea how punctual Leo was, but in the back of her head she was hoping he was even a little early.

She was really looking forward to meeting him.

This week: It's the time of the season for kissing! Set up a kissing booth and have at it, you crazy kids. Just be careful you don't catch any diseases!

With a few well-placed phone calls, a little luck, and a lot of encouragement from her employer, the deal was done and the booth was set up at the Playboy Pool Party that Sunday. Tickets went on sale to the public to benefit the SPCA, and along with a few tastefully placed games on the property at the Playboy Mansion, Anne had set up a kissing booth with a few special friends.

"We should charge more." she mused, eyeing the sign she was hanging on the front of the cheery pink booth. "Twenty five cents isn't enough."

"With a Playboy bunny offering kisses? We'll make a goddamn mint." Cain Callahan he grunted, rolling his eyes.

Rico Covas snickered, nodding in agreement as he walked out to assist Anne in hanging the sign. "Damn straight...just remember: if Maddy finds me? It's all for charity, and you guys kidnapped me."

Claude Howard sneered, leaning against the side of the booth as he watched them toy with the sign. "I just hope your sister shows, Forsythe. I'll be sneaking freebies if she does."

Anne laughed, gesturing to Hank Callahan to come help her out as she did. "Noted, honey...Hank? Tell me if this looks straight to you!"

Rolling her eyes much like her father, Hank walked around and eyed the sign critically. "Mmmm...yeah, s' all right. C'mon, folks...let's stop fuckin' with the look and hocking the smooches, huh? I got shit to do today."

Smirking, Anne rose and left the sign hanging as she wandered back behind the booth, leaving Rico and Claude to draw in potential customers. Scanning the crowds milling around the grounds, she could already tell which ones would be availing themselves of their services...and she didn't need to be psychic to know that it was going to be a very interesting day.

ooc: Selection of muses to choose from, so step right up! Cracky bendytime fun here, not binding to anybody unless you want it to be. Step on up and get smooched, folks! :P