Empire Records and Bidet [6/7]

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Lucas opened empire and settled down behind the counter with a stack of fashion magazines. After all, he was dating a girl who knew more about fashion than anyone else he'd ever met. He needed to be up to date.

Today's music: The Lightning Seeds

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Jamie entered the store and shouted a hearty "Kumquats" to Lucas in greeting.

He then proceeded to multiply and start to regorganize all the CD's in the store by color.

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Lucas looked up from his GQ and stared at Jamie for a long moment.

"What are you doing?"

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"The Funky Chicken!" one of the Jamie's shout back.

Suddenly all the Jamies in the store stop reorganizing the shelves and do the "The Funky Chicken" for two minutes straight.

Then they get back to work on reorganizing the store again.

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Lucas sighed. "You haven't been eating from the box labeled 'extra-extra special brownies, do not eat' have you?"

Lucas had relabeled the latest batch after seeing Elle and the blue guy. He still had to have words with Eddie on that one.

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In response to the question, all the Jamie line up in a chorus type formation and begin to sing.

I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an' pretend
'cause I've heard it all before
And I've been down there on the floor
No one's ever gonna keep me down again

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Right. Either brownies, or performance art.

Or both.

Joe had never had to--no, wait, he had. Nevermind.

"Just put everything back when you're done with . . . whatever you're doing." Lucas went back to his GQ. That dark grey turtle neck was very snazzy.

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The Jamies quickly returned to their job of sorting the CD's by color. When they had finished, Jamie absorbed all his duplicates and ran out of the store yelling "Lutefisk and brie! The great taste sensation!"

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Elle bounced in wearing a pink plastic see through rain slicker and hot pink rain boots. She left her pudding splattered umbrella by the door.

"Lucas! Did you see? It's raining pudding! Why can't it do this on Africa and help all those people who need to eat?" she asked cheerfully as she stripped out of her bad weather gear.

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"I did see it. I get the feeling this is one of those 'only in Fandom' things, though." Lucas set his magazine to one side with a smile. "Hi, Elle,"

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"Hmm, that's just weird. I wonder if it's vegan friendly." she pondered, cocking her head to the sid and becoming vacant for just a moment while she lost herself in deep thoughts.

She snapped back and blinked, then smiled as she flounced over to him and moved to throw her arms around him. "Hi, Lucas." she said softly.

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Lucas hugged her back happily. "You're not here to drag me to another concert, are you?" Please?

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"Nope. Not today." she said with a sweet smile and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Maybe the Hilton, bit not another concert." she teased.

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"Well, that was the best part, anyway."

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She smiled so wide her eyes nearly disappeared into crescent lines. "Really?" she chirped, hugging him tighter. "I thought so too." she added, blushing a little and pulling back.

"I came in to see if you needed any help. You missed a whole day and I thought you might be behind, so I thought I'd offer." she said, standing straight and making an effort at a salute. "Work me, Lucas."

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Buh-uhhhhhhhhh,

Lucas took a moment before answering. "Well, one of my employees has apparently lost it and reorganized the store . . . but I'm rather hoping he'll come to his senses and fix it himself before he opens tomorrow."

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Elle looked around and smiled. "Well, it looks nice. I can do anything, you know. Just name it...we did what I like last week. What do you want to do this week?" she asked sweetly.

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Lucas looked around again. What did he like to do?

Gamble and drink. Well, and that other thing, but he didn't think Elle was ready for that yet.

His eyes landed on the magazines. "I'm trying to find a slightly newer look,"

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An excited squeak shot from her and she clapped her hands...then she stopped abruptly. "But, Lucas...why?" she seemed suddenly concerned. "I never pegged you for a GQ guy and, um, you're not doing this because of me, are you?"

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"I've never pegged me for a GQ guy either." Lucas shrugged. "Years go by. Seasons change. Disney produces Devo 2.0, and that's tacky. You have to update yourself sometimes, so you don't end up being a mass produced, corporatized, mini-version of yourself by accident."

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"That's really deep, Lucas. But style isn't just clothes in a magazine. Here...take off your shirt." she said, grabbing the GQ and a pad of paper and a pencil.

She plopped down on the floor and began digging through her bag until she found her glasses. Slipping them on, she began to tear pages from the magazine. "Oooh, snaps." she murmured.

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Lucas wondered what that meant, even as he gave the door a quick glance and pulled his shirt off.

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Elle took two pictures, one of a black button down shirt and one of a pink, green, and tan argyle sweater vest and held them up alternately. Then she flipped them around so he could see.

"See, nothing about you says 'sweater vest', even though it's hot and really trendy right now. You need to think of what makes you happy. What makes you happy, Lucas? Where are you comfortable?"

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That was, he had to admit, quite possibly the ugliest vest he'd ever seen. On a guy, at the very least.

"Generally, right here in the store."

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She crumpled up the picture of the vest and tossed it in the trash. "Ok, so music is influential..." she said, flipping through the pages amazingly fast. Every few pages she tore out a picture and added it to a stack. Once she'd made it through the whole thing, she tossed the issue aside and picked up the pictures.

She laid them out on the counter and began pointing. "These are good. Leather is nice, but situational...plus pleather is more eco friendly. Um, natural fibers say 'real' versus like polyester and spandex and stuff. See anything you like?"

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Lucas noted the grey sweater he'd been looking at was among the pictures. "I generally prefer natural fibers. And low maintenance." That one dry-clean only outfit aside. "Isn't pleather kind of . . . ." He looked for a word that wouldn't insult her eco-friendly world-view. "Naugahide-y?"