Next thing she knows Gobby comes flying through the door crowing and flailing his arms like rooster gone mad. "Wake up lass! Toss yer knittin aside. We're gaein out taenight," the old geaser shrieks in her ear and does a jig around her chair. Brighid opens one wrinkle-free eye and peers up at him afraid of what she'll see. "Gaw-beee? Are ye daft man? Can ye no see I'm slaepin? This lassie needs her beauty rest," she snickers to herself, squeezes her eyes shut and fakes a snore. "Awww c'mon now Biddeeeee! I know ye're fakin it. Weil ye nae come out wi' me?" he begs, giving his mate a playful poke in the ribs. "Oh will ye nae listen tae yerself man? Ye're corked. Go away with ye." "I am nae corked Biddy me darlin'...only me usual half-corked lovable self. Now get yerself cleaned up and I'll take ye fer a twirl 'round the dance floor." "Oh all right. Have it your way. Since ye won't leave me in peace anyway, I'll go get changed," she growls and stomps out of the room. "Redheads! Gotta love 'em," Gobby grumbles to no one in particular. Delighted by the prospect of a night on the town, Brighid rummages through her clothes closet until she finds her absolutely fave outfit. "I'll show him who needs cleanin' up!" she snickers as she shimmies into a Kelly green mini kilt and a low-cut white lace blouse and quickly runs a comb through her long auburn locks. Then she tries on a whole slew of sweaters, vests and jackets and even her magic red cloak, but none of them are to her liking. None, that is, until she discovers her old school blazer and tries it on for size. After all these years it still fits. Next she pulls on a pair of green knee socks, slips into her comfortable black leather penny loafers and paints her lip and nails red to match her hair. Feeling entirely pleased with herself, she dances a jig to the full-length mirror and strikes a few naughty poses. Finally she take another swig from the silver flask "fer guid luck" and tucks it into her inside jacket pocket for safe keeping. "So it's cleanin' up ye want, is it then," says Brighid with a wink and a wiggle as she makes her grand entrance. Gobby's eyelids fly open and his eyeballs nearly pop out of his head at the sight of her. She in turn looks him up and down appreciatively. Gone are his pot belly and sagging biceps to be replaced by taut tanned blacksmith. Before her stands the great grinning god Goibniu she is proud to call her own. "So what do ye think, Gawbee hon? Am I pretty enough tae take anywhere?" she drawls with a mischievous grin and a twinkle in her eye. He in turn gives a low whistle, offers her his arm and off they go to check out the Four Corners Bar and Grille.