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Pixie Dust, Thursday

Right. Elena had a video to work on, for her Awesome class. She'd need some outfits for that, and luckily, she was in the right place for it. Let's see. She'd need at least one spangly all-out hot evening gown -- red or black, was the question. And a volunteer she could pretend to be escorting, and one she could throw down with, and one to chew on her neck. She should post a sign-up sheet or something.

Pixie Dust was open, and its employee was completely using the shop as her own personal closet today.

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Weigh in on what dress is suitably slutty.

Zack wasn't looking for dresses, thank goodness. Though if he had any idea what tomorrow was going to be about, he probably would have been.

... No, no he wouldn't. ~~Cross-dressing was Cloud's job.~~

But he did need new socks! And so he figured that he might as well check out another business in town that he hadn't swung by, yet.

"Oh, hey Elena! You work here?"

Small world!

Zack! Zack here. Not so great with the plans to avoid him, then. Elena nearly dropped the dress she was holding as she jumped.

"Hi," she said, unnecessarily. "Yeah. Just -- lately. For a few weeks. You know. Money."

She didn't need the money. She just wanted something to do.

One of these days, either Elena was going to get used to Zack actually existing, or Zack was going to get used to Elena freaking out when she saw him.

Probably the second one, huh?

Zack blinked and rubbed the back of his head, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Money's good," he agreed. "I, uh. I need socks."

Which weren't money, and hopefully weren't panic-worthy, too.

"Socks," Elena repeated, nodding. "Socks are also good."

It shouldn't be so hard to switch gears, from Elena to Turk and back again. It always caused her a bit of a hiccup, and then she was all right. More or less.

"Right this way," she said, setting the dress back down and sauntering over towards the socks. "Plain, utilitarian socks, or something festive?"

"Just something that goes between my boots and my toes," Zack laughed, shrugging and following along. "ShinRa makes good stuff, sure, but army boots are still pretty rough on the feet."

This was a riveting conversation, wasn't it?

"Plain works fine. Nobody's really going to see them, after all."

"Thicker socks might help with blisters," Elena said. "And if no one's going to see them, that gives you an excuse to wear purple tie-dyed ones. Only you will know about your amusing socks. Besides --"

She had to stop herself, abruptly, from commenting about either Aerith or Cissnei. He had yet to meet them, after all.

"-- you might meet a girl who has a thing for feet."

That earned a bark of a laugh, and Zack gave his head a shake.

A girl, with a thing for feet? Oh, that would be interesting, wouldn't it?

In fact, he was going to have to open up his mouth to tell Elena that!

Bark!

.... Wait. What?

Elena ... stared.

"Did you do that on purpose?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at the dog. Who was probably Zack.

The dog, who was quite certainly Zack, yes, tucked his tail between his legs and kind of whined.

Nope. Nope, that had totally been an accident. But not the kind of accident that led to rolled-up newspaper. He was housebroken, honest.

"Does this mean I have to watch you?" Elena asked. Because she had a very bad feeling that it might.

Well, someone was going to have to! Who was going to take him for walkies and give him scritches behind the ear and feed him kibbles?

... Or table scraps. He wasn't particularly choosy at this point, so long as there were walkies. That part was pretty important.

Cue the puppyface. He was a master of the puppyface.

Oh, he was. That was low right there. He was not allowed to be that good at the puppy face.

Elena crouched down and held her hand out to scritch his ridiculously-cute floppy ears.

"You owe me," she sighed. "When you're you again. Big time. Do not think you're getting off lightly, on this."

Zack was a dirty, rotten, puppyfaced cheater, it was true. But he was the dirty, rotten, puppyfaced cheater who was getting scritchies from a pretty girl, and so whatever it was that he owed her?

Was so totally worth it.

Happy tailwag and tongue-lolling large puppy joy time!

It helped that he was adorable.

It also helped that she was going to film this, and send it to Reno.

If he coughed up a good enough bribe, that was.

Occasionally, Jenny remembered that she ran a shop now and should probably do managerial things like check up on her employees. Also, she was bored and out of alcohol. "Elena! How's it going?" Jenny asked as she strode into the shop. "Any shoplifters today? New shop policy is to electrocute them. I don't know if I mentioned that before. Taser's under the counter." For those not as genetically blessed as Jenny.

Elena, for her part, was holding up a blue satin dress (http://www.elegantmart.com/Fashion/Sultry-Long-Dress__8610.aspx) in front of herself. Blue wasn't usually a very fuck-me sort of color, but it had a ridiculously high slit. Decisions, decisions.

"I like the policy," she said, giving her new boss a smile. "Are other forms of violence acceptable? I can shoot to maim."

Of course she'd brought her gun. She felt naked without it.

"Then they might bleed on the merchandise, though," Jenny said, her tone suggesting she didn't actually care if they bled on the merchandise and was only saying this for form's sake. She eyed the dress. "Is there a dance coming up no one told me about?"

"Nothing like that," Elena sighed, putting the dress away. "I have to make a video resume for my class about being Awesome, and I want to look fabulous. And slutty."

Jenny eyed Elena critically and said, "Could I suggest something in the 'extremely short' family?"

Elena frowned, considering the matter. "I think I was hoping for something that could hide a leg-holster," she said, gesturing to her own upper thigh, "with a skanky enough slit that I could grab my weapon if need be. Are there good gun-hiding spots if you go with the sneeze-and-it's-indecent route?"

The Turks suit hid a multitude of sins; she wasn't used to having to think about such things.

"Hmm, I see your point," Jenny mused. "It's been far too long since I've had to do this, but I think you're on to something with the high slit. There's always the cleavage option, but it works best for small things."

"They really don't design evening gowns for easy access to weapons," Elena sighed. "At least most of them have easy access for fucking."

It was better than nothing.

"Let's hear it for modern couture," Jenny agreed.

Avoid the blonde Turk! Even if she's not an insane pixie bitch!

Out of Couture.

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