fandomtownies | Pixie Dust, Thursday

"How many pairs of shoes do you own?" she asked, leaning in the doorway with a hot chocolate. "Just asking! And hi!"

"More than I need, less than I want," Elena said easily. "We got a shipment in, and I'm in shoe heaven. Join me?"

"Absolutely," Ino replied, shutting the door behind her and walking over. "Though I warn you, my knowledge of shoes is pretty much limited to 'oh, shiny and expensive'."

Well, it was true.

"Those are the important parts," Elena laughed. "Also, you can usually get knock-offs that are less pricey. There's no reason to spend a thousand gil on shoes unless you're ... well. Dying to spend a thousand gil on shoes."

Those metallic ones she'd gone on a date with, for example. Worth every last coin.

"Sometimes it's worth it," Ino agreed, grinning. "Either 'cause they're special or 'cause they're so perfect you've absolutely got to have them and nothing else will do."

A beat.

"Or if you're spending someone else's money--why go for knock-offs when you can get the real thing and not pay for it yourself?"

"Or if you've got money burning a hole in your pocket, and don't know what else to waste it on," Elena snickered. "There are worse things to buy than gorgeous shoes. Especially if you find a pair that you know will work with that amazing dress you already bought."

"True enough!" she laughed. "But I'm a ways away from having money to spend on shoes as expensive as that. The knock-offs I can do, but..."

Ah well. The joys of being low on the pay scale.

"Though if a pair were really special you can always try bartering, or setting a payment plan."

"Or you break in and steal them," Elena said sweetly. No one ever accused her of having a pile of ethics, over here. "What kind of bartering are we talking?"

"It is generally a bad idea to steal from a store you frequent," she noted. "Though feasible, yes."

Ethics were for boring people! At least, in Ino's opinion. They also seemed like an awful lot of effort to her.

"Depends on the shoe," Ino mused idly. "And on the sales person I were talkin' to, but I'd try to find something that might appeal to their interests, mm? Some are easier to pin down than others after all."

"Point," Elena conceded. "Though you could stake out a shop on the mainland, in this case. Case the security system, see how far you could get without being noticed."

Elena hadn't had a good B&E job in months. Her stealth had to be shoddy by now.

"So long as we're not suggesting something like blowing the guy for a pair of shoes," Elena added. "Because no shoes are worth that."

Especially not considering what most shopkeepers looked like.

Ino made a face at that. "No way! Not 'less I'd had an interest in 'em before I wanted the shoes. Then it'd be, like, a bonus."

She sipped her hot chocolate. "I do like the staking out a shop on the mainland idea, though..."

It could be fun, yes.

"If I were interested in him without the shoes," Elena mused, "I bet I could get them just with some outrageous flirting. No need to bust out the sex over a pair of sandals."

"Details, details," Ino said, flicking her fingers. "Speculation is totally different from the real situation. Maybe it'd be a boooyfriend and they're all 'sure, you can have the shoes, if...' and then it'd be a game."

If Elena thought she was a wee bit dim, for all that she was one of Reno's rookies, then Ino was all for it, really. Ino had Plans here.

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Excuse Elena: she was going to take a moment and imagine trying to get out of paperwork by promising Tseng sexual favors.

Mmmmmmmm.

"Kink-games and shoes," she nodded. "Not a bad combination. Especially if there's the thrill of being caught, or maybe him getting fired ..."

"Spices things up," she hummed. "Keeps things from getting boring."

Boring was to be avoided at all costs.

"Could be a real challenge too, depending on the store--some of 'em are more glass than anything else, have you noticed?"

"That's usually a good time to move on to someone else," Elena noted. "When the current guy gets boring. You mean the exterior walls? Probably just showing off their wares."

She snickered at that.

"Maaaybe so, maybe no? Depends on the other reasons you've got a boy 'round."

Ino gave that a shrug.

"Not that it's worth thinking 'bout for me right now. No boys in my life!"

"I don't know what you'd call mine," Elena frowned, thinking it over. "Some guys for sex, that don't call and would be horrified if I did, and ... someone that ... isn't really anything, who's a lot harder to classify."

"'Cause the one that ain't anything is the most interesting one?"

Ino shrugged slightly. "Feelings are dumb."

"Pretty much that," she agreed. "The whole, 'it's complicated' nonsense. Shoes are much less confusing."

"Did you get that one?" she asked, tilting her head back. "And shoes are awesome not-confusing 'less you see the completely wrong pair with an outfit that just doesn't work with it at all. Then you just have to wonder if they even thought 'bout it."

"Which one?" Elena frowned, not quite following the other girl's train of thought. "And that's not a dilemma. Just a sign that you need more shoes."

Ino did not mean to be confusing, no. At least in that case.

"Hm? Oh! The whole 'it's complicated' bit!" She laughed. "And more shoes? Or a few pairs of shoes that match more outfits? Some shoes are good for only one outfit and that's fine, but if you've got a shoe for every outfit in your closet then I want to know why're they're getting the closet space from."

"Oh, yeah," she nodded. "Not in those words, but close enough. You know. All the reasons it's a bad idea, blah blah blah."

She was toying with a pair of Gucci flats, now. Nice, but she preferred heels. "There's always the fucking Royalty approach," she added. "Wear things once, and then sell them to someone else. Saves on closet space, makes you into more of a diva. Not that big a fan myself, though."

"I'm too possessive," she laughed lightly. "I like my stuff to be mine, you know? Could never do it that way."

She leaned against the counter. "Got a question for you, if you don't mind?"

Technically, that was a question too. Ino ignored that.

"It'd depend on the shoe, for me," Elena said easily. Trying not to think of how possessive she was at other times. "And that depends on the question."

Naturally. She'd been a Turk too long for it not to.

"Nothing too horrifying," she teased, because this question really wasn't. "Just, I was talking to Reno, and he mentioned it was getting colder in Edge but didn't sound so sure 'bout how cold it was going to get?"

"Sooo, I'd kinda like to know? 'Cause power's still being all rationed and did you know it's almost impossible to find a good battery powered space heater 'round here?"

"For, um, a gift. So the beans don't die." Yes. The beans. It had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that she wasn't pleased at the idea of Reno being cold all winter. Really.

...okay, she did. But. "And stuff." That was just lame, Ino.

"So the ... beans don't die."

This was a very skeptical sort of look Elena was giving Ino, yes.

"I'm not sure what you're asking. It snows. I don't know how cold beans can get before they die. I don't ... really grow things."

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"What's the the general range of temperature in the winter in Edge?" she asked precisely, without babble this time. "That's what I want to know."

A considering pause.

"Please?"

Elena considered for a few moments, then shrugged and listed a few numbers.

"That's a guess," she warned. "I wasn't paying strict attention to the weather reports, but that sounds about right."

It was not earth-shattering information here, no.

Nonetheless, Ino grinned. "Weather reports are never totally right anyway. This should totally be good enough to work with."

And it was Information. Ino liked information.

"What's your favourite shoe here, so far? Today?"

[I am crashing for the night! SP is shiiiny?]

Elena, for her part, was touchy about information, especially considering how many people seemed to be interested in it, here. But the weather seemed fairly innocuous.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. "The strappy ones over there are nice. Not as nice as those gladiator-warrior shoes I bought before, though."

(sp = always yay. night!)

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