"Shay, are you in the least bit ready?" John asked as he sat down on the bed. "Because an hour ago you said you were almost done."
"Yes! I'm dressed and my hair is almost done! I told you, once the hair's done, then I'm ready! Stop being so impatient!" She shouted from the bathroom.
John scrunched up his nose. Shayera doing her hair? There was no way. She couldn't possibly know how to do her hair. "Do you know how to even do hair or is that why you're taking so long?" He teasingly asked her. "You don't know what you're doing in there, do you?"
"Back off!" She snapped. "I know what I'm doing. You'll see."
He rolled his eyes as he murmured, "Yeah we'll see."
Wally had been right; they were so much like an old married couple at times.
"I promise I'll be done in a few minutes. Anyway you're not completely ready either, are you? Oh and let me inspect you when you're done. I don't want you looking ghastly," Shayera said as she looked closely into the mirror to spray that disgusting stuff humans called hairspray. She couldn't stand the smell of it and it was so sticky.
"Inspect me? More like criticizing yourself. You're the one who told me what to wear after all," John couldn't truthfully complain though. Shayera had picked out a rather decent outfit for him. He finished buttoning his black, collared shirt as he studied himself in the mirror. The gray suit wasn't that bad-looking. Not too casual, not too formal. Just right. Then he reached for his tie but Shayera walked into the room and beat him to it.
"No, it makes the outfit way too formal looking. Anyway, you always looked better without a tie," She said with a smirk as she looked him up and down. He just stared at her in awe. Having John look so flustered, she had to admit, was a little thrilling and self gratifying. "What I don't get a Judas Priest remark like last time I wore a dress? Maybe stunned to silence is a better reaction though. At least I must look better than last time."
He definitely underestimated her at times. Even if she hated dressing up, she knew how to do it and John often forgot this detail. The short, yellow sundress she was wearing was just like his outfit, not too formal but not too casual. She had even put her hair up in a loose bun, something John didn't know she knew how to do. Heck he never saw her with her hair even up.
He cleared his throat, "You look absolutely amazing."
"I might be a warrior but I know how to play dress up and do my hair. A few things I've learned while on Earth," She replied as she looked him up and down again. "You don't look too bad yourself John. Anyway, I'm ready now. I just need to find jewelry, shoes, and..."
While she was telling him all this, John had finished getting ready and was leaning over her shoulder and showing her his watch. She waved him off as he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I think I'll go and make a cup of coffee. Seeing as we'll be awhile yet...obviously," John left the room. Shayera got up to straighten the bed, where he had sat. She got up as quietly as she could but John put his head around the door, "Sometime day you'd like to finish getting ready and not play with the bed?"
"Oh don't worry," She passively waved him off again.
She looked in the mirror to check if she did have any wrinkles in her dress. Satisfied that she didn't, she sat back down to put her necklace on. It was silver with a heart locket that had the word love engraved on it. The words A simple I love you mean more than anything were engraved on the back. Shayera was never one for wearing jewelry but she loved that necklace. John had got it for her before the Thanagarian Invasion and she managed to keep it safe for all of these years. Finally she was ready, well almost. She still had to go on the hunt for a pair of shoes that she could walk in and not kill herself.
John sipped his coffee and checked his watch. Again. Then he began to shift from one foot to the other. He was getting very impatient.
"Shay are you ready yet?" He called to her as she appeared out of the bedroom.
"Yeah I had to look for shoes, okay? You wouldn't believe how hard it was to find something that didn't have a heel and wasn't a sneaker. I think humans call them flats, all I know is that I won't break my neck wearing them. Anyway, now are we both ready?" She walked up to him and looked into his cup, he had finished, but he was still holding it. She took it off him and placed it onto the counter, "Are we really that late?"
"No, not really, I just saying that because I wanted you to hurry up." John dodged a playful punch that was aimed at him. He took hold of Shayera's hand. "Now there's time for that when we get back."
Shayera smirked and shook her head as she laughed, "Get your mind out of the gutter Lantern."
"We'd better get going. We don't want to be totally late. I mean the party is for us."
"I thought you said we weren't late!" She looked up at him, hands on her hips.
"We're not...we're not," He responded. "Unless we keep distracting ourselves."
"I like distractions," She slyly replied as she kissed him.
He returned the smirk, "I do to but now's not the time."