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Demon Marcus, Thursday

Okay, so maybe Callie didn't bother opening her store all that often. She'd been busy trying to encourage young teenagers to sin more. Plus, she had a couple of employees, ones that she might even recognize if she saw them face-to-face.

She should really get more of those. Minions could be so useful.

Demon Marcus was open for business, and its owner could be found investigating the new Christian Louboutin pumps that had come in. Why even run a store if you couldn't use it as your own personal closet?

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Tell her how great those shoes look.

Jeremy was here, because... Okay, mostly he'd just wandered in off the street because he seriously had nothing better to do. But, also because he vaguely remembered having worked here during that slightly weirder week. It seemed like an interesting thing to come in and take a look around, again.

Although he hadn't really expected to see a demon lady.

Of course, he also had the attention span of a goldfish, so while he was freaked out by Callie's horns for about a second... "Are those the new Louboutins?"

He had two sisters who liked to talk shoes at him, okay.

"Good eye," Callie said, glancing up to see -- hot guy she couldn't place. Too young to have been a fling, so -- student? "Fall collection. Look at these."

She held out a pair of black peep-toe pumps (http://eu.christianlouboutin.com/uk_en/fall-winter12-collection/yolanda-spikes-nappa.html) that were covered in spikes.

"They're not very sharp," she said, testing the spikes against her palm, "but I think I could still maim someone with them. If we start getting actual shoe weapons, I am going to be happy in ways that drunk guys only wish they could see."

Granted, a stiletto through the eye worked in a pinch, but that was a bug, not a design feature.

"... Uhh."

While Karen and Jules could get pretty scary in an argument, that was –– that was a little more radical than what Jeremy was used to. He was not sure whether to take that as a joke or not.

So he just leaned back a bit, instinctively.

Callie rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to attack you," she said. "Besides, you couldn't do much damage with these anyway."

Abruptly, Callie remembered how she knew him. That helped. Or at least gave her an interesting new direction for the conversation.

"You're ... Jeff, or something," she said. "Didn't you work here?"

"Jeremy Darling, uh, ma'am," Jeremy said. Or stammered. He was a little taken aback still, see. "Yeah. Or um, I mean, one version of me did?"

There hadn't been much difference, though.

"Right, whatever," Callie said, waving a hand noncommittally. "You've been missing a lot of shifts lately, Jeremy. It's really going to bring down your annual performance review."

You know what was easier than seeking out and hiring new employees? Bullying people into taking the job.

"What?" Jeremy squeaked. It was not his proudest moment, nope. "But I –– What, I don't work here!"

Oh, Jeremy, as if that's going to help.

Callie glared at the boy. He seemed jumpy, so this was a good time to let her eyes go red.

It could be worse. She could be busting out actual flames. See how nice she was being?

"Jeremy, we've been over this," she said darkly. "You can't quit without giving me two weeks' notice. It's not fair."

Jeremy made another incoherent sound. Slightly in protest, mostly out of fear. Because red eyes. What the hell.

"I –– I guess it's not? I'm sorry?"

"Okay, then," Callie said, drawing herself up and looking very proud of herself. Which, she was. "We can talk about this again in two weeks' time."

Jeremy wasn't going to have any more luck quitting then, either.

"In the meantime, I'm going to take these shoes and get out of here. Have a great shift and don't forget to lock up."

With the keys he didn't actually have, natch.

"... Okay." Look, Jeremy was a little too terrified to argue with that right now. He just swallowed and nodded. "Have an, uh, nice day."

Yeah, he wasn't even going to realize the thing about the keys before it was way too late. And then he was going to have a panic attack.

Avoid the demon, head straight for the designer duds.

So, Karolina and Liara were shopping. That was actually a productive thing, in this instance, considering both of their unfamiliarity with the eastern climate. Still, Karolina was managing to feel a little nervous, and wasn't even sure why.

And no, it was not because of the fact that there had been a shark-headed Doberman or two following them for a while now, because she hadn't noticed that yet. That was okay, it'd probably become apparent enough eventually.

"I don't even know where to start," she admitted with a little chuckle, taking a look around the store. "Jackets and coats, maybe? I don't really have a coat for the colder weather."

Liara - in her yellow sundress again, because it was that or her longer dress from home that didn't fit the current climate at all - smiled and rubbed at her arm. "I don't have a coat at all," she said. "And... they are closest to the entrance?"

She thought. She was hoping humans had the same concept of 'jackets and coats' that her people did.

"So they are!" Karolina agreed cheerfully because yes, yes, they had about the same idea there. "So, we should start there. Logical."

She headed towards the racks in question, and suppressed the urge to babble. "Coats seem kind of essential."

"It would be a shame if we did up some kind of illness because of the chill," Liara agreed.

... She might have been babbly, too. She had spent so much time these past few months interacting with people! And yet she still didn't know how to!

... so she was going to follow Karolina's example, pretty much. "And coats should protect us from that," she added. Yes: following the example.

It was an excellent example to follow! Really!

"That's kinda what coats are supposed to do." Okay, probably not the greatest example, but still. "Do you have a color preference? I haven't really ever been shopping with someone blue before..."

"I... should I have a preference? My mother's is yellow," Liara hastened to add. "But I haven't really thought about it before."

Only that hers would not, in fact, be yellow.

"Well, you don't have to have a preference," Karolina replied with a light chuckle, glancing over. "But it helps. I don't have experience coordinating with blue when it's a skintone."

"The dress I brought with me from home is a dark green," Liara hazarded after a moment. "Perhaps that would work."

She stuck her face into a rack full of coats.

"I think it could," Karolina nodded, a little amused. If still babbling. "Some kind of red might look fun too, but I don't know if it's going to look kind of too bold or not."

There was... possibly some random growling sounds coming from outside. Sort of quietly, but still.

Liara wasn't paying attention. She had a Goal now, and she should at least attempt to bring it to some kind of conclusion. "I suppose we'll just have to try and see, then," she said.

Then paused.

Then pulled her head out of the stacks. "You can fit in the store, right?"

"I think so!" Well, that was usually the case, wasn't it? She glanced up and around, trying to spot a sign for the fitting rooms. "I mean, with a coat you could probably even do it right here. Buuut somewhere with a mirror probably makes more sense."

Of course there might have been a mirror right behind her back, right now, and she might not have realized.

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