Tonight was going to go great; or so Jay hoped, anyway. Last time they were in his apartment with music....well, it ended well, but there was a slight hiccup. Now, though, Jay had cleaned his apartment, so there'd be no more awkward situations. 

As it stood, he was wearing his basic tee shirt and jeans, bare foot, and his new black bass, which was Zelda's Christmas present to him, on his lap. His fingers danced slowly and rhythmically, plucking out the most beautiful backing tone. He favored the high end for this song, and really, the song itself was for her. It took him awhile, but he wrote it himself. For her. 

Though he'd never say it, he loved Zelda; she meant the world to him. He still wasn't sure what to do with this information, but since they'd become official, he hadn't had sex with anyone but her, so he guessed that was something special, right? 

Looking over at her as the song drew to a close, he gave her a smile. "So...what'd you think?" he asked after a moment. 

Zelda had been looking forward to going to Jay's tonight. She was not disappointed, either. She had given him a black bass, a top of the line one. At least, Zelda hoped so. She wasn't that musically inclined and didn't know that much but he seemed to enjoy it.

Jay wore a shirt and jeans - perfect outfit for him. She could really only smile, he was the cutest thing ever. She had decided on a less saucy outfit today, though, and chose a beautiful yellow floral pattern dress with peach colored heels. She had it in her closest for a while but never really had the motivation to wear it - today was different.

What surprised Zelda the most about the day was Jay made her his own song. He wrote it, then played & sang it for her. She had herself sitting on the couch, with her legs crossed as she listened to the melody. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the song. He had become, what felt like, her entire world. She felt like it was a mutual feeling, even though she would never say the big L word. But she felt it in her, and in him.

She smiled softly as the song ended and he asked her what she thought. "Jay, I mean, it was beautiful. I can't believe you wrote that just for me. This is honestly one of the most amazing things anyone has ever done for me. I absolutely loved it. " Kinda like how she loved him, but she wasn't about to say that.

Jay loved his new bass; his old one was reliable, but it was several years old, which was starting to show sometimes. He took care of it, but he never could afford to replace it; especially not living in New York. But then Zelda came along. They hadn't been dating long by the time Christmas had come around, but she still shelled out what he imagined was a pretty penny for this bass. That told him that either she loved him too--and also would probably never say it--or she just had a bunch of money lying around.

The canine shifter smiled at her words, his face turning slightly pink as she spoke. "Thanks. It took me a lot longer than I would've liked, but...songwriting's not really something I'm good at," he said with a chuckle as he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Then, he stood up, getting his amp turned off and putting his bass back in the case. Then,he opened the closet door and struggled for a minute to get it in there--after all, there were two basses to keep in there now.

As he did, a blue and yellow spandex outfit fell out of the closet. He nonchalantly tossed it back in there and shut the door. The living room closet, intended for coats and such, was where Jay kept his band stuff, including outfits from gigs he'd filled in for, most of which he only ever wore once.

She did have a fairly large amount of money - not rich by any means, but upper middle class. Her doctor years made sure of that - not to mention, she was usually pretty good at money. She invested in the stock market, had a small portfolio, all that mumbo jumbo stuff. She had primarily used that to prepare for her retirement though. Unless the entire world collapsed, she'd hopefully be extra well off during her retirement.

She smiled, "Not good at? You were amazing! You shouldn't throw yourself under the bus," she nodded encouragingly. She thought the lyrics were amazing, and granted, he may have had some motivation to write it. But she highly doubted he wasn't good at it - she predicted the latter. She returned his kiss -  it never failed to give her those good, body shivers.

She watched as he walked over and put the the bass into the closet. She initially didn't notice anything out of the ordinary - after all, she was primarily focused on Jay. Not really anything else.

However, that changed when he picked up a blue and yellow spandex outfit and threw it back into the closet. Her curiosity then peeked. She stood up, "What... What was that?" She murmured as she walked over to the closet.

She let out a small gasp as she re-opened the door. Oh my God.

"The lyrics, I'm not so good at. But the music part....well that's where I thrive. Everything else is kind of a struggle," he admitted. He didn't normally admit this kind of thing, but Zelda was special. They kissed, and as usual it made the little hairs on his arms stand on end as he shivered.

But when he put his bass up, she saw the spandex hit the ground. And then got curious. "Uh...that's um..." And then she reopened the door. Hanging in the closet were all sorts of outfits from various bands and gigs he'd played. These were the...not so causal outfits. There was a cowboy costume, plenty of leather, sequined suits, multicolored spandex, some things with feathers, and even things like chains and handcuffs. There may have even been a cop costume and a few other weird ones hanging in there.

"It's stuff from old gigs I've played, bands I've played with. I never really know what to do with them, so I just...hung em in there. Kinda glad I have a steady band that isn't weird, though," he murmured, going to grab a beer from the fridge, and one for her before flopping on the couch. Either way, he wasn't exactly looking forward to her possible reactions.

She shook her head, "I totally disagree, but I understand. You should give yourself more credit." She clearly disagreed, at least based off that. Sure, it might take him longer to write them but it was still good and that was the important thing.

She enjoyed some of the things she saw in the closet - sure, she had a bit of a kinky side. What she didn't expect was his kinky side. She knew he hooked up with a lot of gals - but so did she. Once she met him though, things... Changed. She didn't even pay attention to guys as much as she used too. Her mind seemed so much more focused on Jay now.

She took it in, the site of the closet though. She mentally began to pick out some very serious no nos - like the sequins. But she was good with some of the other stuff. Leather, chains, handcuffs. Cop and cowboy was pretty hot, too. She perked a brow as she took out one of the sequined suits and put it to the right. She then took out a leather looking one and put it to the left. "Mhhhmmm, and here, all this time, you've been hiding out on me." She gave him a playful grin to him as he sat on the couch. 

He smiled. "Well, you did somewhat inspire me, so I had a lot of help there," he said with a grin in her direction. She was amazing. So amazing that he'd trained himself to not even look at women in the same light anymore. He still flirted a little, but it was harmless, and he had no intention of anything else. He was all hers now. The flirting was just his natural charm.

And then she was going through the closet. And organizing them? What in the hell was that woman up to? Sequins to the right. Leather to the left. Feather-suit to the right. Cop outfit to the left. "Holding out? That stuff has only been worn once, by the way...so I'm not sure what you're getting at," he said with a nervous chuckle.

She smiled. He was so sweet. She was lucky to find a guy like him after all this time. She wasn't sure if she would, and nearly when she gave up, she found him. She took a deep breath, admiring him for a moment.

Then, the more important thing. Going through what she'd accept and what she wouldn't accept. She could tell he was curious about what she was doing - why she was doing what she was doing. She would tell him once he figured it out, right? She could keep him in a little bit of suspense. She nodding, giving him a devilish grin. "Yeah, holding out. If that's what you say, sure." She winked, noting the nervous chuckle.

She continued to place items on the left and on the right - after all, she liked some of the ideas... But some were just too awful. Like the sequins. She shook her head at them.

He blinked as she worked, but that didn't stop him from admiring the view as she did so. She was wonderful; sweet, funny, caring, and she had a scary angry-side, which he had to admit was kind of hot. But now she was teasing him. Or she didn't believe him. Or both.

"But I'm not holding out. Those really are outfits from one-off band gigs. I haven't worn any of them many times at all. Just for an odd gig or so before I met my current band. I don't even know what you're talking about." He sighed as he watched her work. He had no idea what she was doing, but there was nothing he could do but wait it out.

She could be stubborn when she got her mind set on things sometimes. But he loved that about her.

She was pretty meticulous, carefully putting the items down on either side. The spandex's she wasn't too sure about, but the ones that looked like the wrestlery ones she decided were fair game and put them in the corresponding pile. Some though, she definitely tossed into the garbage pile. Of course, he didn't realize what she was doing yet.

She looked towards him with a perked brow, "So, it went from once to not that many times? Alright." She shot him a wink before going back to focusing on her deeming which ones she wanted and which ones she didn't want. It was a few minutes later, but she finally finished going through it. She turned and walked over to the couch, sitting down and opening one of the beers. She took a sip. "I think you do know what I'm talking about, though."

Whatever she was doing, she was being very careful and intent with it. Wait...she seemed to be...sorting it? "I was the cowboy for Halloween last year..." he said with a small smile and a shrug.

She finished, and joined him on the couch, and he slid closer to her, putting his beerless arm around her and snuggling close as he took a sip. "What are you up to....?" he asked as he quirked a brow.

"What about the cop? A band called the Crime Fighters or something?" She chuckled as she got onto the couch.

She leaned onto him as he wrapped his arm around her. She used one hand to take another sip and let the other rest on his leg. She gave a small shrug, "Just seeing what I'd be open too and what I definitely wouldn't be." She looked towards him, looking for a reaction.

"The cop was a weird cover band. Like...they were trying to be The Village People, I think. I wore that for Halloween two years ago, I think," he said with a shrug, looking over at her.

Sipping his beer, he quirked a brow. "Open to? As in...you're seriously into some of that stuff?" he asked, though it wasn't hard to figure out which pile was the keep pile. The confused look quickly turned into a mischievous grin as he took another swig of beer.

"Learn something new every day...and...I think I like this," he said slyly.

She perked a brow as she listened before laughing a little bit. "I guess you gotta do whatcha gotta do. Cop cover band, Halloween costume, two birds with one stone though. That's awesome." She took a sip of her beer as she snuggled more into him. She enjoyed feeling his arm around her, his body heat against her side. She took a deep breath.

She shrugged as she pulled back to see his facial expression. "Yeah, a little bit. I mean, I really think you'd look pretty hot in some sequins, those pretty feathers." She winked, hoping he'd fall for her joke that the sequins, some of the spandex, feathers, etc. Of course, that was definitely not the pile she would be into. But she definitely wanted to mess with him some more.

She was more excited about the handcuffs, though. That would be an easy peasy, fun time.

"Well, I had to come out of pocket for a lot of this stuff, I'm getting what use I can out of it, right? Besides...nobody wants a lightly used feathered costume. Go figure," he gave a shrug, but his face dropped briefly at the mention of the sequins and feathers. Then he shook his head. "Pretty sure the other pile is yours. At least, I kinda hope so," he teased lightly.

He knew by now that she liked to mess with him, but she was pretty good with her teasing. And he didn't mind; not from her, anyway. One of the perks of being his girlfriend. Leaning in closer, he gave her a light kiss on the cheek, his hand that was around her rubbing her arm as he set his empty beer on the table.