You get home to a mess

No one bothered you on your way home though a few people were busy picking up knocked over trash cans and hosing away a few messes. You had to muffle a laugh when you saw asshole Ben was trying to buff out some scratches on his car. Soon you arrived at home and got Laura out of her ponygirl outfit in the entrance way. You found a ticket for ‘Riding a ponygirl at night without lights’ in a saddle pocket that you shrugged off.

As Laura walked away to take a shower after grumbling about what you did, you found the aftermath of the party. Gogo and Gaige were cuddling on the dinner table with Gogo wearing a mishmash of Gaige’s and Ahsoka’s outfits. Shampoo was in the pantry with a melted tub of ice cream in her lap while Ahsoka was sleeping in the hall in a small fort made of chairs and a sofa. You pull the ham she had as a pillow out and put it back where it belongs.

“What happened when I left?” You asked out loud as you found Diana, Erza, and Katara in a naked pile in the living room.

“They got a little wild when you left,” Marinette as she poked out of a room close to your bedroom. “Aelita is calling someone to repair the bathhouse, it might have a few holes.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, she turned in early last night and woke up to this mess,” Marinette replied before she re-entered the room.

“And how come you aren’t like the others?” You followed her into the room and found a room with many mannequins, rolls of cloth, some metal stuff and leather. You noticed a couple of sewing machines with different tips among other tools. “I didn’t know this was here.”

“Aelita and Ahsoka set this up for me a couple days ago to work on designs and some surprises,” she said before freezing and quickly closing the curtains beside her, cutting off the view of a few half-made outfits. She looks back at you sheepishly. “You didn’t see anything right?” You shook no as you approached the other mannequins she had.

On one mannequin was a metal collar with two red pieces of cloth coming down and ending with two tassels each, on the bottom half was a red piece of cloth held up by three sets of metal on each hip. On another mannequin was white wrap crop top that covered very little and a loose white wrap skirt that was nearly a quarter of the way down the thigh and steadily got longer to the other side. On yet another one was a tight purple tube top that had a large gold ring between where the breasts were.

“I see you’ve been working on the girls’ poker night outfits,” you admired the high quality work, feeling the soft material of the crop top.

“I’ve been working all night to get them ready,” Marinette said proudly. She must have taken the mention of the design studio marinette team as a challenge. Marinettes are notable as being quite competitive when their skills are put to task. “I took a nap and have loaded up on coffee so I’m good to go.” She gave a wavering smile as she sipped a mug of coffee.

“Good work, Marinette,” you let go of the top and approached the French-Chinese girl with the best confident stride you can manage with a barely there hangover and being unshowered. “I think you need a reward.” Marinette’s eyes went wide as she realized what you were implying.