In surprise, Joanna found herself backing up from him. "Arsen?" Whatever was wrong, she didn't know what to do, so she backed away from him. Straight into the bathroom counter, hands hitting it before her back did. The counter rattled slightly at the unexpected impact, causing things to shift in their places. "A-are you… Is everything alright?"
"I'm… I'm fine," he managed to get out. He clenched his teeth against the pain and held his hands to his head. They glowed silver-blue, energy pouring from his palms into his head, and slowly, he relaxed. The headache was still there, but he was much, much better. He shook his head and lowered his hands, the glow slowly vanishing. "Is there anything else?" He asked, politely.
His magic, while it could block the pain, couldn't heal his headaches. Soon, when the barrier wore away, it would come back in full force, and it would hurt much, much more. He just hoped that it wouldn't happen during the party.
"Arsen…" She said softly stepping up to him. "You should go lie down for a bit, if I'm being honest, you don't look too great." She whispered, frowning tightly. Though Joanna didn't care for him much, he was clearly in pain. She wasn't heartless, at least a little bit of her cared. "We don't need you passing out tonight, I think I've got it from here." Joanna whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "You've done enough."
"I'm fine," he snarled, although his anger wasn't directed at her. He took a deep breath and smiled weakly at her. "This mission could be the difference between life and death. I need to be there. But… thank you."
"We've got at least thirty minutes before we need to leave." Joanna whispered once more, letting go of him. "You can at least lie down until then. Please, for fifteen minutes, at least." Turning to face the mirror, she picked up a makeup brush to start working on her eye makeup. "If not for your own sake, for the sake of the mission."
"Fine." Arsen was too tired to argue. And… a nap sounded nice. Leaving his jacket in her room, forgetting about it, he walked to his room, opened the door, and collapsed on the bed, not even bothering to close the door. His room was clean and orderly, and he didn't care anymore. He fell asleep almost instantly.
Letting out a heavy sigh, she went to work on fixing up her hair and makeup. Though halfway through that process, she decided getting her dress on now was the best step. Pulling on the black, lower cut dress, she did her best to zip it up on her own. Being rather successful at that, she made her way back into the bathroom the add some wave to her hair.
After a couple burns on her fingers, and wave put in her hair, she stood back in the mirror with a smile. Arsen had been right. She looked stunning, and slightly older than usual. But with this much makeup, that wasn't much of a surprise. Gathering herself, she slipped on her heels readying herself to wake Arsen up for their night out.
Arsen had already awaken, or at least, a bit. He didn't want to leave this warm, cozy bed, but he reminded himself that they had a mission to do. He could sleep later.
He pushed himself up and went into his bathroom, fixing his hair and splashing cold water on his face, to wake himself up more fully. He looked around for his jacket, but couldn't find it, until he remembered that he had left it in Jo's room. He went to the door, and almost ran into said person.
"Oh my- Arsen!" Joanna groaned, backing up from him just slightly. "What are you doing awake? Did you sleep at all?" Joanna persisted with her questions, hands resting on her hips. Him coming to her room, had startled her quite a bit.
Stopping herself from talking, she took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "That doesn't matter, am I making us late? Because I'm compltely ready now. My purse is sitting out there, on the coffee table." Joanna explained, tucking her hair back behind her ears.
"I slept," he said. He moved aside, narrowly avoiding her, and picked up his jacket. He sent her a small, slightly weak smile. "We can go now. Are you ready for this?"
Taking in a deep breath, she shook her head back and forth. “Not in the slightest. But it’s now or never.” Joanna sighed taking his hand in her own. “You think you’re gonna be alright? We could bring some kind of medicine just in case.”
"I'll be fine. My ability will be enough," he said. "Hopefully," he muttered under his breath. He opened the door to the apartment. "We can do this. Hopefully. Probably. Maybe."
"You just said three completely different words. Which one do you mean?" Joanna asked him, grabbing her hand bag as they walked out of the room. "Because you're making me nervous." She mumbled, careful not to step on the edge of her dress.
"All of the above." He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "I don't know how we can do this. Are you sure we can do this?" He was nervous, worried. It wasn't his first time doing this, but some part of him was worried that he and Jo would get caught.
Putting both hands on her hips, she gave him a look before letting out a heavy sigh. "Come on, why is this bugging you? You're normally so confident about something like this. I've seen you like that." Joanna pointed out, dropping her arms to her sides. "I'm not sure how I can help you relax, besides telling you if you don't, we're for sure going to get caught."
"But you might get caught," Arsen said. He shrugged, plastering a confident, if slightly arrogant, look on his face. "Come on. Let's do this."
He walked out of the room, into the hallway, behind Joanna. Making sure all was in order, and he remembered the layout of things, he walked outside, where a limo was waiting. "I rented it," he told her. "We need to act the part, right?"
Slightly offended at his words, she was quiet all the way until they got outside. Sitting there was a sleek, black limo, that caused her to freeze up. His comment didn't help her situation in the slightest. "Not like this," Joanna sighed, rubbing her temple. "Why, oh why do you have to be extra? Couldn't you have just rented a normal car?" Joanna asked weakly, letting out a huff.
"No," Arsen said, not looking at her. "We're playing important people. And I looked it up, and watched video feeds of the former parties. People always arrive in style."
"Did you also happen to see if there was paparazzi? Because I have a feeling we're going to be on the front page if we arrive in that." Joanna argued, holding her hand out to the sleek car. "Especially if you drive it. Not only will we make the front page, but we'll make a fool out of ourselves, putting everything in danger here."
"Do you have a better idea?" Arsen asked, keeping his tone tight and in control. "We want to blend in and do what we're supposed to do. We want to stay in part. A normal car would be useless, with the crowd we'll be facing. We look different than we normally do, so we'll have to live. There isn't really any other way."
Biting into her lip, and knitting her brows together, Joanna let out a heavy sigh. "Fine… you win. Though just know I hate this idea. A lot. Especially if we get caught doing it. I'm pinning this on you if something goes wrong." She hissed, walking up to the car and pulling the door open. "Ladies first." Joanna muttered, gesturing for him to get in the front seat.
"I know that you hate this idea. You've only told me about three times. Maybe you should say it again," he snapped. He got into the car, in the back, as well. The front was reserved for the drivers. "Rockfeller Center, please."
Joanna didn’t say a word, feeling really bitter towards Arsen. So she was going to let herself relax before they got to the party. “I need to just be mad. Don’t try and start me.” Joanna muttered glancing out the window.
"Whatever you say." Arsen really wasn't in the mood for an arguement. They had been having them the entire week, and it was getting old. "At least I have the maturity to not pout in silence," he muttered under his breath.
“I’m warning you. You need to stop it.” Joanna hissed, trying to not turn around and beat the crap out of him. He totally deserved it. But she was trying not to snap, and then cause problems for later. There were so many nasty things she wanted to spit back at him, but she held her tongue. “I’m not in the mood, this party is a big deal.”