A weekend, finally, and during the last days of Mardi Gras.<br/><br/>Living in the heart of New Orleans, Millicent had seen this spectacle time and again, and rarely invested her own personal time into the tradition; only taking advantage of the drunkards and all too willing souls to feed from time to time. Lately, not at all, and her mind being too wrapped up in so much in the way of stressful situations (who isn't these days), she lost sight of simply 'having fun.'<br/><br/>She promised herself, she would this night, one way or another. A babysitter, the same woman that was trusted by her friend Izzy, had already shown at Mill's apartment, and was busy playing dolls with Arella, while Mill got herself together. Mill either dressed up or down, never was one to 'show off' her body or dote on such things, yet today, she spent a little more time.<br/><br/>She had gone and had her nails manicured into a perfect french style, her hair she had pulled into twin ponytails one either side of her head, her hair so long they hung well past her shoulders; she even asked the hair salon woman assigned to her to take it up a notch and the woman did, bright green, gold and purple ribbons wrapped around each pony, streamers of the ribbons tangling up in the falling hair. Girlish, yep, she wanted that look, to match the outfit.<br/><br/>Ah, the outfit, the most important part of any woman stepping out for attention on such occassions, and this, Mill felt, did the trick. A white blouse rutched at the waistline, it just a size too small for her frame, buttons just not making it over her cleavage, showing off a purple satin bra with a dainty lace trim; the sleeves long, in a poetic styled blouse, the fabric widening around her hands, almost hiding those pretty nails. Her skirt, rather school-girl-ish as well, a pleated short version that barely covered her tone thighs, it in an odd tone of green and purple plaid, and if one were so bold as to notice when and if she decided to shake her rump tonight, and that skirt happened to swing out enough, matching panties to her bra hue, with the most adorable ruffles in the rear. Sheer white thigh-highs were a simple yet affective tease, rounded off with a pair of four inch heels, quite dapper in a modern version of a man's wing-tip dress shoes. And her silver cross around her neck, she never left home without it.<br/><br/>As Arella and the babysitter noticed her attire and gave a slight gasp, Arella clapping with wide eyes, Mill chuckles and nods, giving her little one a big hug and kiss, then has a few words with the sitter, making sure she understands what is expected of her. Mill appreciates this woman more than the woman will probably ever know, and feels safe leaving her daughter in her care temporarily.<br/><br/>With a wave, and a tug of her shadows around the windows and door to 'guard' her apartment and the very special people within, Mill heads out of the door, and takes a deep breath of fresh air. People are loitered everywhere, it is not quite dark yet, and her head tilts, eyes scanning around her, tongue in cheek. She rarely travels out alone these days, and is unsure exactly as to where to go; oddly. She's never had this issue in the past, and this disturbs her and causes a slight bit of anxiety, until she hears a voice, she recognizes.<br/><br/>Millicent groans loudly, and her eyes immediately find the voice in the crowd, of all the people, in all the world, she did not expect this being to have shown up; why, how, beyond her, and she can only stare as the vibrant being makes way through the crowd.<br/><br/>With a cackle, her cane waving high in the air, Amehelia is standing at attention, well, hunched over, her eyes gleaming at Millicent, her voice harsh and cracking as she doesn't give a care in this event she is making a scene. "MILLY!! C'Mere an give yer Auntie a KISSER!!" Another ear-piercing cackle, and the crowd literally moves away from the crazy hag. Her grin wide and happy, her hair, what is left of it, tufts of white blowing gently over her head in the breeze. Amehelia's attire is gawdy and horrible, a lime green housedress, (oh, you know the type, 'mumu' style) out of silk, beads draped over her wrinkled neck that probably outweight the old crone, a pair of purple slippers, and let's not forget those tan knee-highs rolled around her ankles. If anyone were to turn their attention from Amehelia to Millicent, they would clearly see Millicent voice a silent, 'Oh. My. God.'.<br/><br/>Amehelia cackles, for she has seen Mill's reaction, and hobbles on over to Millicent, her cane thwapping at ankles of those that wouldn't move to allow her through the crowd enough, causing quite the stir.<br/><br/>Millicent grabs the old woman by her forearm, tugging her towards her, Mill standing with the heels much taller, and she looks down at Amehelia and whispers to the elder, 'what the HELL are you doing here?!'. Amehelia giggles, deep in her vocals with a phlegmy undertone, her dry and puckered lips trying to reach Mill's cheeks, 'Auntie thought y'all needs some HELP!'<br/><br/>Another groan, Mill shaking her head at the woman, and she exhales through her own lips. Trying not to draw attention to the already crazy old lady who can't seem to keep her damn cane from thwacking anything she can reach. 'Ame...'<br/><br/>Millicent was about to give this woman an ear-lashing, who considers herself an aunt, when in reality she is not, simply an old, old 'friend' of sorts, that seems to be a part of Mill's fate, whether she accepts it or not; Mill runs into Amehelia from time to time, actually Ame FINDS Mill, and either ends up a hinderance or help. Given Mill wants to go out tonight, try to clear her head, find some sense of laughter and not think about other things, Mill nods to Amehelia; if anything, the crone will surely cause a raucaus.<br/><br/>'Alright, auntie. Let's go find a drink, eh?', Mill's head tilts down at Amehelia, and the old woman grins, bouncing up and down in her ragged slippers, nodding feverishly as she expresses with a cackle, 'Men Men Men Men Mennnnn!'. Ame's wrinkly lips pucker up and smack as she drools slightly from the corner of her mouth, and Mill's nose wiggles as she rolls her eyes, now laughing herself.<br/><br/>'You scare me, Ame....you really do....', Mill states as she turns Amehelia around, hands on the woman's shoulders, then walks to the left of her as they make way down the sidewalk. Amehelia takes the time to hook a finger at Mill's cleavage, 'THA's what's scery, Milly!! Poke a man's EYEBALLS out wit dem things!', she cackles again in a shrill voice, and Mill nods to the woman in agreement, a huge smile passing her features now as she laughs out.<br/><br/>This old woman was undoubtedly going to be a handful tonight, in a very, very good way, Mill thought.