joker's always wild
but I just can't smile without you
You know those bad ideas that seem like a good idea at the time? This wasn't one of those ideas. This was a bad idea from the start. Emi knew it, too. When the thief ran her mouth about a special occasion calling for special occasion wine, and what better way to find out if there's best tasting wine than by stealing it from the place that claimed to have 'alcohol you couldn't find anywhere else,' a part of her was joking - mostly the part where she knew the Intoxicated bar flaunted their large chested anthros waitresses, which would require her to dress up as one to even get in to steal the good stuff from the back. The part about stealing wine in the first place was not a joke though, and she'd be lying if she weren't into the thrill. Wesley could use a little fun in that regard. Besides, why pay for something that might not even be worth it?
Sadly, this was one of those jokes that effectively bit her in the butt, the lower region now cheekily revealed by the short skirt she was now wearing, held by two suspenders straps over her shoulders while wearing a small white crop top that revealed a lot of her D- sized cleavage than she ever revealed on a casual day - Complete with bow tie, white gloves, and wrist cuffs to boot. Unfortunately, when Wesley agreed to her half joking plan, Emi was stubborn enough to stick by it, even at the cost of looking racist as fuck while wearing fake bunny ears with her jade colored hair covering the headband, and a fake bunny tail being glued onto the middle of her short skirt. If Alfie or Pomme could see her now - let's just say that it was better that her family never see nor hear about how low her morals have gone.
The curvy thief in disguise wore a smile along her lips as she meandered her way about the bar, taking people's empty glasses onto a tray and wiping the bar table for any incoming patrons. When she stole a glance, she noticed that one of those incoming patrons was the very man she worked for. While her green eyes scanned Wesley's attractive and rare casual attire once more, Emi's wiping slowed and her chest visibly danced to a slower rhythm as shown by her revealed cleavage in the white crop top that she wore. Narrowing her eyebrows with a mischievous smile sliding across her lips, Emi purposefully dropped the rag onto the floor. "Oops! Oh, don't get up.. I'll get it.." Her velvety voice reassured before drawing a breath at this degrading word she learned all the waitresses had to use while she smiled, "..master.." With that, she bent down slowly to picked it up before popping herself back up erectly again. Tossing him a teasing smirk while emitting a giggle she stifled with a bite of her lower lip, Emi returned to wiping down the tables while slowly making her way towards the back storage room. This wine 'that you couldn't find anywhere else' better be fucking amazing if she was going through these lengths to steal it. Still, this kind of special occasion only came once a year.