Pixie Dust, Thursday

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Okay, so she was late. Call it fashionably late, or whatever. Elena was going to help herself to some of the absinthe behind the counter -- which had a lovely kick to it -- and then convince herself to buy that one dress she'd been eying. She did have a totally-not-a-date-dammit this weekend ...

(OCD-free and open and whatnot)

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[intraspective]

Ino had come from the theatre and was mostly looking for a distraction in the form of pretty clothing before figuring out if she felt up to visiting Katina like usual.

"So," she said, to all appearances utterly normal except for slightly cooler eyes than usual (on Fandom). "What sort of dresses are in stock that are gorgeous and possibly slinky?"

Slinky was just a fun word to say. Sliiinky.

Annnd, oh hey. "Hi, you."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Elena said, giving the other blonde a grin. "Gorgeous, slinky ... I'm thinking red. Showing off lots of cleavage. What's the occasion?"

[intraspective]

"I don't have all that much cleavage to show," she complained, but laughed as she wandered over to the counter. "Maybe showcase the legs instead? I've got nice legs."

And an ego to match, but whatever.

"And--no occasion. I just wanted something made of pure awesome to make this day less 'bout the thinking."

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"There's never a bad time to go, 'fuck it, I wanna look pretty,'" Elena laughed. "Which reminds me, I haven't gotten my nails done in entirely too long. So does that mean you want one of those fuck-me-already slits up the side? You can show off your legs without having them peek out. Also --"

She peeled a dress (http://www.unique-vintage.com/images/unique-vintage/10386larger.jpg) from the rack and handed it to Ino.

"You so need to try this on."

[intraspective]

"I do," she said, taking it and holding it up against her to admire it that way first. Maybe a little twirl. "And, oooh, well, I don't know. There's no one I'm really inviting that way, not that I'd turn down and offer..."

Hmmm.

Ino began drifting towards the change rooms, contemplating that as she went. "Do you get your nails done often? I just let mine go, mostly. Is the spa place here any good then?"

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Plenty of guys here I wouldn't kick out of bed," Elena laughed, "but that's not the same, you're right." She was only flushing a little as she diverted her attention to another rack of dresses. Not going to think about anyone back in Edge. Nope. "No harm in getting laid in the meantime, right?"

She pulled out a particularly tacky dress (http://www.onlygowns.com/dresses/hot-sexy-golden-ruffled-halter-evening-gown-394.asp), wondering how it had survived the back-room burner. "Wouldn't it be cheaper just to get a sign?" she mused. "Something like, 'I Don't Charge'?"

[intraspective]

"There's never harm in getting laid." Ino glanced over her shoulder and laughed. "Oh, I don't know--imagine the badassery that could come from being able to kick butt and take names in that dress. That's a true case of 'trying too hard'. I'm taking your change room hostage," she informed Elena airily. "You can try and stop me if you desperately like, but really, why would you want to?"

Too much effort, come on.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I just want to know when cleavage got replaced with, let's show the inside half of my boobs," she said, sighing at the strange peek-a-boo oval in the front of the ruffly-nightmare dress. "And I never stop customers from going in there. It means I can dick off and go have more to drink at the counter."

Elena wasn't sure why there was hard liquor at the store, but she'd been assured that it was for all employees, and that getting hammered on the job was encouraged. Which made for a fairly sweet gig.

[intraspective]

"If you get totally drunk while I'm changing then I'm not trusting your opinion of the dresses you pick for me," Ino carolled, in the change room and wriggling out of her clothing. "'Cause 'that totally looks hot while I'm drunk' is not the one true way of awesome compliments. I like aiming just a bit higher than that, really."

Ino managed to wriggle into the dress and studied herself in the mirror for a moment. "I think I need heels if I went with this one, or crazy amounts of hemming..." Ah, the joys of being short. She slipped out of the change room and posed. "But, that aside, what do you think oh clothing minion worker?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Classes were done for the day as was training even though Rose's hair was still tied up and wet from her shower, but the point was everything was done, dammit.

Which was why she was pushing through the door of Pixie Dust, thinking today was Elena's day to work here. "You, you here?"

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"No, I'm out," Elena called back cheerfully. "You should leave a message at the tone. Something about how you can't possibly live without me."

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"Oh, Elena," Rose teased. "I find your company irreplaceable, and even though it's been just a few hours, I'm pining."

SHe paused.

"Oh crap, I didn't wait for the tone."

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"It was a silent tone," Elena grinned. "I just wanted to trick you into confessing your love for me on tape. Now I can blackmail you for ... what do you have, anyway? I'd better not be doing this for nothing."

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Rose snickered. "I don't have shit, sorry. Other than my good looks and awesome hair of course."

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"I've blackmailed for less," she observed. "I could make a hell of a wig out of your hair. Maybe I'd look better as a brunette?"

Now was a good time to lean down under the counter and fetch more of the absinthe. And a couple of glasses.

"Drink?" she said. "Because I sure as hell need one."

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"Favorite person ever," Rose decided, coming up to the counter. "Unless you steal my hair, what the fuck. How come my job doesn't come with alcohol under the counter?"

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Because I have a cooler job than you," Elena countered, pouring the first glass. "Not everyone can be this awesome. Don't worry, maybe some day you can aspire to similar heights."

Both glasses full, she set the bottle down and took a healthy swallow from her own.

"If Professor Skywalker wasn't so intimidating," she added, "I would probably spend half of class passing you notes."

Many of them would just read wtfwtfwtf.

[formermayqueen.livejournal.com]

Cordelia's entrance into the shop involved her dropping a pile of fabric (http://www.onlygowns.com/dresses/bikini-style-halter-jersey-dress-192.asp) on the counter and then reaching over to grab the first bottle she felt.

"I need to return that. And possibly burn it. And check the order list, because I'm pretty sure we have a bunch of kindling being shipped as I speak."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Please tell me this dress was mauled by angry vegetables," Elena said, holding it up and staring. "And not that someone actually thought this was a good idea."

[formermayqueen.livejournal.com]

Cordelia held up her other hand briefly before using it to open the vodka she found. "I blame the gremlin. Apparently I turned into a Playboy model or porn star, judging by what she bought and ordered."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I promise, I will not hold these crimes of fashion against you," Elena said solemnly.

No, seriously. She worked here: therefore, she couldn't possibly have been in her right mind when she ordered this monstrosity.

"I especially like the pointless belt-wrap around the hips," she added. "Like they got to the end of the dress and had too much fabric and went, 'well, let's just tie a knot.'"

[formermayqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure she, I, whatever, ended up going through the burn pile to find stuff. It would explain the six inch lucite heels under my bed."

Cordelia looked over at the dress and shuddered. "I thought maybe it was extra straps for the overly endowed."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Ugh, clear heels?" Elena clucked her tongue sympathetically. "Has anyone ever worn those and not been a stripper? And I mean no disrespect to strippers, there, but it's not like they dress for tact."

Elena knelt behind the counter, looking for another bottle of vodka. She resurfaced with it, eying the dress again.

"I think," she said, "it's time we put this dress out of its misery."

[formermayqueen.livejournal.com]

There was a smirk on Cordelia's face as she held up a pack of matches she had grabbed on her way to the shop. "Oh, I am so game."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Is it just me, or does this job rock?" Elena laughed, scooping up both dress and bottle and heading to the back room. "Liquor, property destruction, and I get a discount on shoes."