"Nothing about that experience was disappointing,"  Nora said, pushing a smile onto her lips.  Regret and disappointments were two very different animals in her book.  Nora wasn't even sure she regretted what just happened, it was just...complicated.  She had spent the last two years drowning her sorrows in booze, demon's blood and sex. It was easy to move on from guys with the way she traveled, but she had the particular sense that this was a different situation entirely.<br/><br/>And maybe it was because, deep down, she sort of wished he had tossed her into some underworld dimension. Maybe that was why she had gone after the demon, because she knew where the consequences were supposed to lead.  Off-world, to another dimension.  Or maybe it was as simple as a death wish. She had failed Will, failed her parents and survivor's guilt was a bitch.<br/><br/>"Yes, sir."  She offered a little salute, but the gesture was largely sarcastic and perhaps a little playful.  She got the sense that was all the instruction she was gonna get, so she straightened her clothing and headed for the door.  "Tomorrow night, then."<br/><br/><div style="border: 0px;font-color:transparent;height: 1px;background-image:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, white, transparent); margin: 7px 0px 7px 0px"></div><br/>Nora owned a few skirts, several pairs of t-shirts and jeans, but she was not sure she really owned anything "slinky." Lucky for her, Lane Barnes had a rather extensive wardrobe and was more than willing to lend her outfits. They were relatively similar in dress size, though Nora stood a few inches taller. Lane had asked what her plans were for the little black dress she had borrowed, and Nora had immediately lied to the woman who was more or less like a sister to her.<br/><br/>"A job. Some demon who's all into this kind of thing. I'm bait." She had smiled.  Lane seemed to take the lie at face value and even offered a couple of accessories to complete the outfit.  A black and grey floral hair clip and a bracelet that almost looked like it was made of black lace. Nora had a couple pairs of heels, and she had opted to wear her favorite pair of black pumps. She had brought them in advance over to Lane's, figuring they would match just about anything.  Nora looked quite different than she had the day before.  Lane had insisted on helping her with her makeup and curling her hair, like they did sometimes when they were younger.<br/><br/>"You look like you're going on a date," Lane commented as Nora looked at her self in Lane's full-length mirror.  Nora brushed the comment off with a laugh and a roll of her eyes.<br/><br/>"Dating was never really my thing." That was enough to end any discussion of it. Nora and Will had not dated.  She had brushed him off and he had pursued her despite it. It was not that she didn't feel attracted to him, she was didn't want to involve a good guy like him in the mess that was her life...and yet, he had slowly taken down her defenses, day by day.<br/><br/>"I'll get the dress cleaned and get it back to you, wish me luck." Nora winked as she diffused the awkward tension from her previous comment.<br/><br/>"Good luck."<br/><br/><div style="border: 0px;font-color:transparent;height: 1px;background-image:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, white, transparent); margin: 7px 0px 7px 0px"></div>The bar was still pretty quiet when she walked through the door, so Nora pressed on and headed right back to the office.  If things were different than the day before, she was far too caught up in her own head to notice.<br/><br/>She knocked heavily on the office door.  "I'm here, so-called slinky dress and all."