Pixie Dust, Thursday

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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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"Can you find a pair of ugly boots here?" Ino asked innocently. "That weren't ordered by mistake?"

She grimaced at her dress.

"Yes, lets totally find other disasters." Ino laughed.

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"All kinds of ugly shoes show up," Elena said, shaking her head. "Designer ugly shoes. Where they charge you a few hundred dollars for shoes no one in their right mind should wear."

Still wearing the pink disaster, Elena was going to make her way over to the wall of shoes. And if that failed, check the burn room.

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See, now Ino had to trail after Elena, wondering if maybe she ought to take her phone out and get pictures of this whole fiasco, and sighed.

"I wish I had that much money to waste on shoes that were way too expensive, geez," she answered, looking dubiously at a pair of heels.

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"One of the perks of the job," Elena grinned, "is the bankroll. I started wasting mine on nice clothes. Designer labels. Might as well, right?"

Turks didn't go in for investing for the future, since they weren't expected to have futures. Gambling had failed to interest her, and she wasn't the type to go boozing or whoring. She'd settled on becoming a clotheshorse.

"I actually just spent an obscene amount of money on a pair of shoes. For a special occasion, of the very stupid variety. But they're beautiful shoes."

Sometimes, she was such a girl.

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"If it's special," she said, kneeling to inspect a cute pair of shoes. "Then how's it stupid? If you don't mind me asking?"

Well. Okay, Ino would've asked anyway, but this way she gave Elena an out.

"Lucky you--my pay ain't nearly so high, it gets better as you go up in rank, but," she shrugged, "not there yet."

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"I don't," Elena clarified. "Stupid half because I don't really need them, I could wear any shoes, really, and half because I've never spent that much on shoes before. Even when I was just wasting money for the hell of it. But ... seriously."

She crouched down, counting rows until she found -- ah, there. She pulled a box out and held one of the shoes (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/Rellyjean/elena/dior_cartagena_sandals.jpg) out in her hand.

"Look at these," she said, almost reverently.

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"Oooooh," Ino breathed, glancing over. "Now that is a shoe. I don't even want to know the cost, but that's gorgeous."

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"Isn't it?" Elena sighed. "It's just ... it's glamorous but all kickass. And it even goes with the dress, so the hell with everything, right?"

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"Right," Ino said decisively.

A beat.

"But seriously, now I gotta see the dress that goes with those darlings."

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"It's over here," Elena said, and okay, she was a little nervous. But hopefully covering it well. She pulled the dress (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/Rellyjean/elena/6242.jpg) out and held it for Ino to see.

"At least I'll look elegant, right?"