fandomhigh | Practical Weaponry [Wednesday, Period Four]

The class was back in the Danger Shop this week, which was set up to resemble a high-class dinner party. Resplendent in a perfectly tailored dinner jacket, Bond was there to greet them.

"There are some situations that a person cannot go into with a weapon," he said, gesturing around the spacious ballroom. "For example, many diplomatic situations, or high-class casinos, or the like, have weapons detectors, and highly trained security staff. However, that does not necessarily mean that you will go in unarmed.

"Apart from any training you may have in unarmed training, you have your wits, and your clothes. In a situation such as this, your choice of clothing can be If you look like you belong, you will be unlikely to attract much notice. If you're working in a team, having your partner wearing a stunning couture dress can distract your enemies at a vital moment." Or leave you distracted at a vital moment, it could backfire sometimes. Not that Bond was going to mention that. "In a pinch, a stiletto heel can be quite a potent weapon indeed."

Bond gestured to an unassuming door. "There is a wardrobe with suitable clothing and footwear through there, and changing stalls," he said. "You will outfit yourselves in a manner befitting this party, and spent the rest of the class mingling and getting information on various party guests, as well as looking out for any fixtures in the room that could be used as weapons. If you have trouble choosing an outfit, I will be happy to help."

Once the students had entered the wardrobe to choose their outfits, they would have noticed that it was filled with stunning couture dresses in every style, fabric, and colour imaginable. After a few more minutes they would have noticed that there wasn't a single suit in sight.

After all, it was unfair to only expect the girls to wear spike heels.

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Hannibal just made a noise of frustration and yanked on one of the dresses. "Jesus, all this material is thin and weak. I'll rip it."

"Did you get something that fits?" she asked. "It's not that bad."

"How am I supposed to know what fits?" he grumbled. "It's. A. Dress."

...

"Do you need help?" Rose asked. "I'll keep my eyes closed oh em gee."

Hannibal was glaring through the wall again. "Did you seriously just offer to help me pick a dress?"

"...you were worried about the fit," Rose said innocently.

"You're lucky I don't throw something at you," he grumbled. "I'm worried about the fit because it's a dress, not because I want it to look good."

"Throw something at me, and I will kill you with my shoe," Rose said blandly.

"And then you'd be charged with murder and jail wouldn't suit you," he replied.

"If you think I'd end up as some chick named Hilde's bitch, you are so wrong," Rose said.

"Not gonna drop the soap?" he teased.

"Gonna kick her ass first then drop the soap all I want," she said, tossing her hair. Not that he could see her, but there was definite thinking she was awesome going on.

"You're so violent," he said and laughed. "If I wasn't with someone, I'd be all sorts of turned on."

Rose shook her head, laughing too. "That says so much about you."

"Hey, I have my turn ons and that's one of them," he admitted. "Nothing wrong with liking aggression on a woman."

"Did I say there was?" Rose asked, still too amused. "And we're getting off-topic from your important formal debut here."

"I am not wearing a dress." He even stomped his foot for good measure.

"What about just a skirt?" she tried.

Cause this class and getting shirtless boys would kinda be the best day ever.

"You're really bad at this helping thing," he decided.

"I'm awesome at the helping thing," Rose shot back. "I can't help it if you don't like my suggestions."

Another piece of clothing was thrown over. This time a long pink skirt.