Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

Sparkle was taking a walk on the wild side again for his Demon Marcus shift this weekend, decked out in his rattiest jeans and a tank top that looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks.

Because it most likely hadn't been.

He figured, since the cheap crap was somewhere near the back of the store, he could just make up some excuse about how he was trying to appeal to a wider range of potential customers who came in. After all, if you were here for the fancy shit, you saw that on all the displays on your way into the building in the first place.

... Okay, that, and Sparkle really wasn't in any mood to do his laundry. So what? If they wanted him to clean his clothing more often, they wouldn't make everyone sleep in tents.

[Open and flying without OCD today!]

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[dressedinblood]

"Hi, I need shoes," Anna told the clerk as she entered the store. That might have been evident from the thing where she was barefoot. When she recognized Sparkle from her Cryptozoology class, she added, "That stupid Brownie ruined all of mine."

Yes. Yes, that had been over a month ago.

[myownface]

"Oh, god. Yours too? Mine just went nuts and wore all my clothes and left, like, this nasty Brownie smell all over them and you don't even want to know what I think he did while he was wearing them, really."

Hi, Anna! There were probably sane shop clerks on the island somewhere! Sparkle was not one of them!

"So, you need shoes, huh? That, I can help you out with."

[Except that I'm crashing for the night, so would you mind a touch of slowplay?]

[dressedinblood]

"I don't have any other clothes, so I didn't have to worry about that." Also after she'd found out about the shoes thing she'd scared the life out of her Brownie. Almost literally. He'd left her stuff alone after that. But she wasn't going to tell Sparkle that, even though he might have noticed the Great Redcap Massacre.

"But, yes, I do need shoes. People tend to look at you odd when you go barefoot everywhere, fancy that."

((NP! I'm mostly facepalming at myself for forgetting to hit 'post comment' earlier...))

[myownface]

Sparkle had seen it, yeah. Sparkle tended to just steadfastly ignore the hell out of that little voice in his head that told him that he probably ought to be scared shitless, though. He had self-preservation instincts hiding in there somewhere. You just had to kind of squint to find them sometimes, that's all.

"Well, it's summer," he pointed out, reasonably. "I once spent a whole summer without shoes back home. Which I guess kind of sucked. Pavement gets frickin' hot in like mid July and you have to be careful to look down for like broken glass and dog crap. But, you know, it's not a bad time of year to not have them, if you have to go without. Winter is shittier."

Really, Sparkle?

"What kind of shoes were you looking for? We have all the fancy stuff up at the front, but stuff you actually feel safe wearing places is closer to the back. You know, the stuff that doesn't cost like an arm and a leg and maybe your firstborn or something, too."

[Ahah! C'est la vie! Night!]

[dressedinblood]

"I don't know, kind of vintage?" Anna suggested. "They have to look decent with my dress." White cotton lace trimmed homemade dancing dress circa 1958, stop me if you've heard this one.

((Night!))

[myownface]

"Well, yeah," Sparkle agreed, taking a break from the very important nothing in particular that he was doing in order to give her outfit a once-over. Not that he'd never seen it before, granted, but he was now looking with the eye of a guy who was thinking fashion.

You know, which might or might not be surprising, considering his wardrobe today.

"Something that goes with your dress, but isn't going to kill your feet if you go wearing them around everywhere? You have any feelings one way or the other about ballet flats? They're kinda vintage, kinda everyday, and we have plenty of variety, if you're looking for something to match."

[dressedinblood]

"I don't have to worry about killing my feet," Anna said, a little wry. "Although there are extremes," she added, eying a pair of sandals warily. "Ballet flats would make sense. Or. I used to wear oxfords?" You know. Back in the fifties. When she wasn't dead.

[myownface]

"Oh, honey."

Sparkle couldn't deny that the oxfords would probably go with the dress she always wore, vintage and all that. But unless she was going for that Wicked-Witch-of-the-West look, no offense Elphaba, he couldn't sell somebody a pair of those in good conscience.

Look, he didn't exercise his conscience often, but when he did, it mattered.

"Just because we're in some fancy boarding school doesn't mean you have to pick shoes my grandmother wouldn't even wear." He glanced at the sandals, and then wrinkled his nose a little. Oh god, why hadn't he burned those yet? "So, heels are right out?"

[dressedinblood]

"Yes?" Anna said. "No? I don't know. I never used to have to worry about this stuff," she grumbled. "What's wrong with oxfords?"

[myownface]

"Well, when you said a little vintage," Sparkle replied, looking pointedly at a few pairs set out on display, "I didn't think you were talking flat-out Puritan.. But hey, if you have your heart set on oxfords, we could probably find you something that isn't too awful. I mean, we have plenty of variety here, at least."

His eyes lingered on another pair, and then he shook his head.

"Pleeenty of variety."

[dressedinblood]

Anna actually kind of liked the neon ones, but apparently they were not to Sparkle's liking. "What about these?" she wondered, studying another pair. "These are kind of cute."

[myownface]

"I hear if you click the heels on those ones together three times, they'll take you to Kansas," Sparkle noted, looking at them thoughtfully. "But if you like running around with glittery feet, I'm not going to stop you. They're way better than, like, these ones."

Maybe someone should give Sparkle the memo saying that the point was to sell the shoes, here.

[dressedinblood]

"I think I might like those, too," Anna told him. She shrugged. "Maybe I want sparkly feet. These would go with my dress, but I'd never be able to keep them clean." They'd be red within a week...

[myownface]

Sparkle wrinkled his nose a little at the word 'sparkly.' It always left him with that weird twinge of anticipation in his guts that people get when they register something that's their name, they're sure of it, except at that last moment they turned out to be wrong.

"We have the same ones in black, if that's what you're worried about," he noted, after a moment's thought spent acting totally casual, thanks. "Or maybe something that wipes clean pretty easy? Something in a sort of vinyl or leather or something? These are pretty basic, but the upkeep would be simple enough. Hose 'em off if you run through the mud, just make sure you dry them good, too."

They were just... the opposite of sparkly. Kind of lacy. Girls liked lace, right?