Pixie Dust, Sunday

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink was bored. She was low on absinthe, tired of Squall's house, and wishing there were more people around to mock horribly.

This meant that she should open the store, as it wasn't Squall's house, had people who would come in for mockery, and most importantly, had a spare bottle of absinthe stashed behind the counter.




Pixie Dust was open. And its owner was merrily getting drunk.



(OOC: up early for great fashion justice)

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Mod Your Shopping

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Save yourself from the tiny drunken diva.

Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Subject yourself to the cruel mercies of the Evil One. You poor thing.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

It had taken until the next morning for Kerrigan to realise that, in terms of 'dressing up', the party-tank top (if by 'party' you meant 'slightly tighter than usual') might not actually suffice.

Which meant she had to talk to the fairy again.

With a mostly annoyed frown, she stalked into Pixie Dust.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Look! Customers! Tink would stifle her annoyance and deal with them. She would try!

Hello, cust-- Oh. It was her. The crazy lady who liked to wear strange rags and was huffy about it. And apparently was deathly afraid of shoes.

Yes. Indeed. And what did she want, hmmm?

Ooooh, had she seen the light? Was she here to learn of the ways of the stylish? Or at least buy decent shoes? She could admit it. Shoes were wonderful.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Kerrigan muttered, then regarded Tink with an expression that fell somewhere between 'righteously annoyed' and 'very much resigned'. "I have a date," she said, shortly, "I need something fancy. No dresses. No flowers. No shoes."

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

A date?! That was wonderful! See, if crazy homeless bag-ladies could get dates, there was hope for everyone! Tink always knew there was a divine figure under those hideous rags.

Now! Where should they start? Little sexy red dresses, that was where. Of course they shouldn't have flowers on them. Did she want to look like a schoolmarm? No, she did not. She wanted to look like a hottie. Fire engine red did that. Really. How chic.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I said," Kerrigan growled, rage levels spiking as they hadn't since she'd left Koprulu, "No. Dresses. Especially not in red. I have no intention of looking like a fire engine."

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink stopped short. Did the crazy lady know that she was no fun at all? Fine. She didn't deserve sexy little red dresses, or hot dates, or having men stare at her legs. Which were probably nowhere near as nice as Tink's.

Fine. She probably had a fine selection of muumuus somewhere, so that the homeless lady could cover up every inch of her skin. Perhaps caftans were more her speed? Snowsuits were very in this time of year. Except for how they weren't. But no, please, she was the fashion expert here. Oh, wait, no, that was Tink.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"No muumuus either," Kerrigan snapped. If her hand was drifting somewhere near her sidearm, well, that was just a reflex. Really. "And my legs are fine. I need something nice. With pants. That I can breathe in. Do you think you can manage that?"

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn sighed, and then opened the door to the new shop. Stupid class.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Welcome, welcome, welcome! Anyone who wasn't the crazy lady with the gun was very, very welcome. Although really, the crazy ady was probably just sad about her shoes. Had you ever seen shoes like that? How hideous. How unspeakable. They should forget about them rather quickly.

So! Welcome! What did the girl that wasn't a crazy homeless lady want? Some clothes? She had clothes. Clothes were wonderful, weren't they?

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Er, hi," Dawn said, tugging on her blouse as she studied the small winged creature. "Um. Do you have any leather pants? I need a pair for a class."

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink wriggled happy. Oh, my! Of course she did! Didn't everyone! She even had a pair for herself. Very, very small leather pants, but that didn't make them any less leather, now did it? No, it did not.

So! Leather! She should come over this way. Brown or black? Because she had sold a lovely pair of black earlier today. And did she want a stylish jacket to go with it? And boots! Everyone should own leather. Lots and lots of leather. Leather was fabulous.

Did she have a hot date? It seemed to be going around. She could tell Tink. Really.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Black or brown, do you think?" Dawn asked, not sure she wanted a pair of black. "I mean, the class is about style, so maybe I want to stand out, you know?"

She tilted her head as she followed Tink to the pants. "Can you believe that a teacher told us to wear leather? I mean, who does that?"

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Well, now. It depended on what look you were going for. There were other colors, too, brown and black were just the basics, really. Red was nice. And purple! Purple had flair.

There was a teacher, who told them to get leather? My. Teachers must be more fun than she thought! Her roommate was a teacher, but he probably taught Grumpiness 101: How to Be a Boring Jerk that Nobody Liked. Or else Buying Tequila: What Not to Do. Which reminded her, she needed to buy more tequila.

Here. Hold the leather. Smell the leather. Didn't the girl want some of that? Leather was much more fun than whatever mess Squall taught. Really.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn didn't know about Tink's living arrangements, or Squall and his teaching, so she was just there for the pants. "Can you talk, or do you just not want to?"

Not that she wasn't capable of having both sides of a conversation by herself, but it seemed rude if Tink actually wanted to talk and Dawn didn't let her.

"Those are nice," she said, running her fingers over the leather. "Do you think the purple's too much? Like, hi, fashion disaster waiting to happen?"

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette wandered in because she was curious. Leo mentioned Tink and she wanted to see her for herself.

That and she could always use new clothes.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink set the bottle of absinthe down - my, they didn't make absinthe like they used to, the bottles were just small these days - and zipped to the front of the store. Why, hello! Welcome! Welcome to Tink's House of Severe Fabulousness. No, she didn't call it that. It would probably scare off the locals. But it would have been apt, wouldn't it? Come in! Look at the fabulousness! Buy things, so Tink could get more absinthe!

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

There was really nothing Annette could do right now but stare in wonder at the little fairy person. She was cute and perky and flying. Annette wanted one of her very own.

"Tink?"

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink jingled. Hello, there! Had this girl heard of her? Was she famous now? That was a rather good thing to be. She was, of course, the one, the only, Tinker Bell. Fashionista extraordinaire. Formerly a guardian of some lost boys but that was just a thing. So very, very in her past. Ugh.

Which had nothing to do with her being a celebrity, so, hello! Welcome!

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"You're cute! And I like your store. I was told about it by Leo and I have to admit, I thought he was lying at first because of his special brownies. He likes to eat them constantly I think. And then there is that bongo thing of his. So, do you have any outfits like the one you have on in my size? Maybe in pink?"

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Oh, my! She was going to like this girl. This girl thought Tink was ever-so-chic. And Tink was! It was nice when people agreed. That was how she could tell they were going to get along famously.

Now! An outfit like hers? Let's see. First you needed the dress. Pink, hmmm? Were we talking baby pink, hot pink, rose pink? Pink covered a lot of ground.

And slippers. She was totally doing the marabou slippers, right? No self-respecting girl should be without a pair. Maybe they found the slippers first and matched the dress from that?

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette thought to be helpful and clarify a few things. "Baby pink. Nothing too hot that says 'Wow, that's uh blinding!' I want baby pink that says, 'Wow, look at your figure and those legs!' I mean, look at you Tink - so adorable in your little dress that shows your curves perfectly. Of course, I would wear my dress for my boyfriend. I do want him to like it. And shoes, like yours. I want it all!"

OOC

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

World-ending can only occur on Tuesdays. Just ask Buffy.

Re: OOC

[way-black.livejournal.com]

How absolutely convenient, then, that I happen to open the shop on Tuesdays!