Captain Giovanni Montero stepped out his tent and found himself staring at a very bemusing scene. Jurie had beat the Arabian Knight in a sparring despite her clearly smaller form. However what happened next did not make him very happy. He watched as Rami pulled the Shadow Princess down onto him, a smirk playing at his lips. 

Unwillingly Jurie let out a giggle. "Stop." She cried. "Let go of me."

"Are you sure you want me to do that Angel?" Rami asked arrogantly. "Every woman would be dying to be in your place right now."

"Clearly not every woman." 

Rami snorted. "Well we'll see about that won't we?"

Jurie pushed herself up off Rami and stalked away.

What can I possibly wear to a dinner? She thought to herself. No one usually brings dresses or nice clothes with them when they're assassinating people, well other than that party, but that was a one time thing. 

Striding forward Captain Montero kept pace with Jurie. "I'm assuming you have no appropriate attire?" 

"You assume correctly Captain." 

"May I perhaps have the honour of assisting you in finding something nice to wear? I know a boutique that has very elegant dresses." 

"Oh alright. Thank you captain." 

"That's Giovanni to you." 

Soon Jurie found herself climbing into a carriage with the Captain and setting of to a promising shop. She took this time to stare out the carriage windows, watching as the views rolled by. People walking up and down a cobbled pathway. Bars and pubs dotting the street here and there. Children running down the streets, skirting around their mothers dresses and giggling cheerfully. It was indeed a sight to see. And she found herself wondering if she would have turned out the same if she had led the simple childhood life of the children she saw on the streets. 

No. She thought to herself. She wouldn't have. For the parents she saw here were nothing like her father.

The carriage jolted to a halt and Jurie waited as Captain Montero pushed open the carriage doors and offered her his hand, down the steps. She nodded her head graciously. Although she hadn't been bought up by the western style, she learned quickly to adapt to her surroundings. 

Looking up Jurie found herself standing in front of a grand three storey building. Boutique me butt. Through the soft velvet red draped, rows and rows of silky, glimmering, long and short dresses peeked out. 

"Oh my." She breathed. Jurie had never been one to shop for her own clothes. Takashi always claimed to have better taste than her and chose her clothes without letting a word slip out of her lips. This would be her first time shopping for her own clothes. Jurie was enraptured. Excitement coursed through her body the longer she looked at the 'boutique'. 

The name, "Julianne" covered the wide expanse of the building. 

"Come Jurie shall we go in?" Captain Montero broke her out of her train of thought. 

"Yes." She smiled brightly. "We shall."

~~~

Rami was bald.

Well not fully. There was still a fuzz of hair on the entirety of his head. But it was so thin he may as well have been bald. Lieutenant Jasso called it a regulation army cut, and Rami looked in bad need of one. So Jasso took to the situation personally by cutting away all of Rami's hair off. But Rami couldn't wait till his hair grew back in tight curls that bounced about the nape of neck and framed his face giving him a boyish look. The regulation army cut gave him a slightly cold look.

Neither he or Derek had a dress shirt. Who carries such a thing around while they were off killing people?

Lieutenant Jasso also took care of that, providing them with well tailored suits. Rami opted for the light blue whilst Derek opted for a rich brown.

Once they were ready Rami took one look at Derek and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" asked Derek perplexed.

"Nothing its so strange seeing you all trimmed up nicely like a little Romeo."

"Says the one with Montague as his clan name. Come to think of it Rami sounds slightly like Romeo..."

"So if I'm Romeo I must be handsome, strong, brave and a good lover."

Derek rolled "Alright you cocky bastard." then after a while he added "Jurie was right about you."

Rami's expression perked up "What did she say about me?"

"That you were a cocky, foolish, self-righteous prick." came the answer from no one other than Jurie Capulet herself.

Rami's head turned. His jaw almost dropped.

She was absolutely gorgeous. Her long raven hair was cascading down her back like a soft waterfall. Her honey amber eyes glittered with the embarrassment of having so many eyes on her. Her porcelain features flushed pink.

But her dress.

Rami had never seen anything like it. It was a blood red floor length, sleeveless number made of satin. But it didn't puff out like the fashion norm. It had an almost medieval look as it clung to her until mid-thigh then it flowed down to the floor. A slit revealing her well toned legs.

"You look lovely" whispered Rami in such a sincere voice that it made Jurie flush a more crimson color. This made Rami return to his senses. "Of course I look better."

"Oh please! You're bald!" exclaimed Jurie in amusement.

"He's not bald" intervened Derek with a sly smile on his face. "No wait never mind he is bald."

"I have hair!" cried Rami indignantly.

"And I'm a goose" replied Jurie coolly. Then a grin broke out on her face as she stood up on tip toe an ruffled Rami's 'hair'. In response to this Rami's scowl deepened.

Both Derek and Jurie burst out laughing which only enraged the Arabian Knight further.

It was a scene of mirth when Giovanni Montero arrived.

Rami gave the commander a cold stare as if warning him not to say anything about the hair.

Montero almost took a step back but stopped himself. Striding confidently towards Jurie, he took her hand and kissed it.

Rami felt a bubble of rage burst inside of him.

"You look gorgeous mi dulce princesa"

"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Jurie flustered.

"It means my sweet princess." replied Rami curtly. 

"You speak Spanish, Montague?" asked Montero letting go of Jurie's hand.

"¡Sí! Sé treinta o más idiomas y si me disculpa estoy muy hambriento . (Translated to: Yes! I know thirty or more languages and if you'll excuse me I'm quite starved.)"

"A carriage awaits us, to the finest eatery in all of Argentina. There we shall dine and discuss our plans for the capture of the army." The Montero turned to Jurie "May I take your hand mi amor?" 

You're calling her 'My love', though Rami, you conniving little bastard. You flirt, you man-wh*re, you!

Jurie took Montero hand's as he helped her up the carraige.

Derek turned to Rami. It occured to the young Arab that Derek hadn't been addressed to once in this whole conversation by Montero. He definitely was getting the respect he deserved.

Derek held out his hand hand in a perfect impersonation of commander Montero and said "May I take your hand mi amor?"

So hand in hand Rami and Derek entered the carriage.

~~~~~

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Above is kinda how her dress looks like. Of course it would be a bit different considering the time period but this was the basis.

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