fandomtownies | Homecoming Friday

"Hey," said Janet, walking in. "You, uh, sell clothes too, right?"

Sure do, honey. You looking for something for homecoming? I still have a few dresses left.

*shakes her head* No, that's the one thing I do have. My wardrobe kind of met this tragic natural disaster called a bitch with a pair of scissors. I'm looking for jeans, t-shirts. Comfortable stuff. But thanks, though.

"I deal mostly in vintage stuff. We've got sme well-broke in jeans, but most of our tees are novelty sorts."

She holds up a dark navy tee with a key-hole neck edged in orange and yellow ribbing that says "Foxy" with a fox's head where the o should be.

"But you're welcome to look around. We have some peasant blouses that should fit you."

"The jeans will be a good start," says Janet gratefully. "But not that t-shirt, thanks." She eyes the "foxy" shirt a little warily. "I think I'm going to avoid the color orange for the rest of my natural life. Long story."

She goes to look at some of the novelty tees. They're better than the scrap rags her former crop of t-shirts now are.

[[ooc: assume she finds some good ones in among the decapitated stick figures asking "Got Head" and the Vampire Lesbians of Sodom. Make something up.]]

((OOC: Cool. Will do! Actually, I'm hunting online. Sad, aren't I?))

{{Also assume there will be a LOT (http://www.cafepress.com/cp/browse/store/magentastudios.21315994) of GLBT (http://www.cafepress.com/cp/browse/store/rainbownation.17721678) themed (http://www.cafepress.com/tshirts_shop.28002204) stuff (http://www.cafepress.com/tshirts_shop.26337516).}}

((In Fandom Town? *shocked look* And from your character? No! *grin* Actually, I need to rent the series Deb's from some time, because it sounds cool.))

Janet looks around for a bit, grabbing a few pairs of jeans and leaving them by the register while she finds shirts. She settles on a pale blue fairy shirt, an Oscar the Grouch shirt, a Wonder Woman shirt--that one was for Sam--and a pink fairy shirt. "I can always order the plain ones off the internet," Janet says to herself, grabbing some of the peasant blouses for herself too.

When she goes up to the register to pay for her clothing, a thought strikes her. "Do you have other things here too? Like, a set of Smurfs glasses? Or cartoon pillowcases?"

Deb rummages a minute.

"Let's see, I have He-Man, Smurfs, Strawberry Shortcake and Care Bears. No glasses, sorry. That's $12 for the shirts and the jeans are $5 each."

Janet's grin is almost mischevious. "Okay, I'll take all of the pillowcases. And do I see a set of Rainbow Brite bedsheets back there too?" She reaches for her wallet and pulls out her credit card.

Deb grins. "I didn't picture you as the little girl type. Or is it a joke?"

She rings up the clothes and linens and hands back the credit card.

"You know, my son, Michael, has the Emporium. I'll bet he could get you any clothes you needed."

"It's a joke," says Janet. "I think the big, burly men of my acquaintance need some girly little pillowcases. Don't you?"

She takes back her credit card and slips it inside her purse. "Oh, is he your son? You know, I stopped by there earlier for my ice cream, chocolate, and coffee binge. He was awfully nice. I must have completely missed the clothing section. Too focused on Ben & Jerrys for my own good, I guess." Janet's grin is wry and self-deprecating.

"Ben and Jeery's covers a multitude of sins, sweetie. And those big macho boys certainly do need girly pilowcases." Deb seems highly amused by the whole notion.

"You have a good evening."

Logan opens the door and holds it for Allie.

Allie steps through, smiling at Logan the whole time.

"Hi kids. Take any seat. Don't you two look gorgeous?"

Deb readies her pad. "The Special, the Veggie or one of each? And what can I get you to drink?"

"I'd like the special and a glass of iced tea, thank you," Allie says.

"I'll have the special also... and lemonade if you have it, please."

"Two specials, a tea and a lemonade. They'll be right up."

Deb vanishes briefly and returns with the drinks and is gone again. The kids need their privacy afetr all.

Allie smiles gratefully when Deb sets the glass of iced tea in front of her. Suddenly, her mouth is so very dry.

Deb delivers dinner with a silence unusual for her. The soup is velevty and chicken based, not at all sweet. The pork is tender and very juicy.

"Why thank you, ma'am - you're looking fine this evening as well."

Logan flashes Deb a charming smile and picks a table by the window.

"Allie? Order anything you like."

Allie is nervous. This is her first real date and she has no idea what would be appropriate conversation.

"So, Logan, where are you from?" she asks hesitantly.

Logan plays with his silverware.

"Connecticut. I used to attend a private high school there. You?"

"Jersey. I went to a private school, too."

Allie runs her fingers over her corsage.

"How'd you end up here?"

"I was tired of the old scene, so I talked up the 'alternative education' style here and convinced my parents that it would help get me into Yale." Logan shrugs. "They don't know what's going on half the time - the brochure made this place look respectable and privileged."

Allie chuckles.

"Looks can be deceiving, huh? My parents agreed to send me here for advanced science training since I want to go to med school. I'm not even taking any science classes."

"No kidding! This place hasn't been anything like what I thought it would be... which isn't necessarily a bad thing. It is rather creepy with all of the student and professor disappearances, though."

Logan sips his lemonade.

"Med school? I wouldn't have guessed - you don't really seem like the med school type. I mean, not that you couldn't be, I just didn't expect that."

"Not to mention the fact that we go to school with all sorts of supernatural beings and dead people."

Allie takes a bite of her pork and thinks about how to respond to Logan's surprise about her plans.

"I've wanted to be a doctor for as long as I can remember. I want to help people. Do you know what you're going to study at Yale?"

"Well, right - there's that, too. I'm just thankful I'm not living in the dorms - there's a bit more control over what goes on in our house, you know?"

Logan pushes the vegetables around on his plate.

"I don't really have any burning desire for anything yet. The family business is journalism, but that doesn't appeal to me... I'm sure you'll make a great doctor - why is it that you're not in any science courses now? I've heard Ms. Sidle's courses are thorough."

"Oh, I got here late and they were closed already. Besides, I pretty much covered those courses already. I was hoping for something more advanced."

Allie suddenly wonders if Logan knows about Lilly. She isn't sure if she should bring it up.

"Did you ever talk to Lilly about the new roommates decision?" she asks, in lieu of mentioning their roommate's status as a dead person.

"I haven't actually seen her recently. I know she's been very busy with all of this homecoming planning. I'm hoping to see her around more after it's all over. Why?"

Allie feels her skin flushing.

"Oh, I was just wondering. I haven't really seen her lately either."

Logan notices the flushed skin, but doesn't want to push the issue tonight. He finishes his meal rather quickly.

"Your parents sent you here... any brothers or sisters?"

"One of each, both older. You?"

Allie finishes her meal but has left a few bites on her plate, which she pushes around with her fork absentmindedly.

"One older sister."

Logan watches Allie push her food around for a few moments.

"Would you like anything else, or are you ready to head to the main event?"

Allie realizes she's playing with her food and drops her fork.

She dabs her lips with her napkin.

"I don't think I could eat another bite. Let's go."

Logan leaves cash on the table to cover the bill with a generous tip. He stands and offers Allie his arm so they can walk to the dance (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/189930.html#comments).

Evenin', ma'am. Guess it's gonna be kinda slow once the dance starts, eh? I almost wish I could've gone. It'd be nice to see some of the girls at school all dressed up... *sigh* ~~Some dresses are so nice when you're trying to get a good look at cleavage~~

"Go on, shoo. Go to the dance."

Deb makes shooing motions. "We're closed until midnight. I'm off to Michael's."

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