Demon Marcus, Thursday

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There were clothes, and there was a Jeremy. Just going around, surveying his kingdom. Or Callie's kingdom, but Callie wasn't here right now, so, while the Darling name might not have been plastered all over the building, he was still in charge here. So, he was walking around feeling calm and glad enough to be here. He wasn't sure his parents would be impressed with the name of the store, but he was still actually considering showing this place off to his mother once she came visiting.

Of course, while he was thinking about that, he lost track of where he was going, and walked straight into a display of some odd interdimensional footwear, and knocked the whole thing over.

"Oh crap."

Yeah, he'd be spending a good chunk of his shift getting that back together again so that it wouldn't affect his performance review.

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"Hi," Juliet said when she came into the shop and finally found Jeremy. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other before deigning to crouch and start picking up shoes. (Jeremy was quite possibly the only person she'd help in this way without being asked.)

"Did Mom tell you she was coming tomorrow?" she asked, sounding as if she wasn't quite sure how she felt about that.

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Jeremy appreciated the help, especially since he kept getting distracted by how he wasn't entirely sure whether they were all shoes. Some... creatures had to have some pretty freaky feet.

"Yeah," he said, with a shrug. Sounding pretty neutral about it. "On the phone."

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"Same thing," Juliet said, but absently. She'd hit one of the creature shoes, and was trying to figure out why anyone would need earholes on their ankles. "I don't really care, do you? All my teachers this semester are pretty normal."

No pink pony problems this time around.

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Jeremy shrugged again, reaching to put away a pair of shoes meant for someone who had at least six toes on each foot. "Mine too," he said. "I mean, she might think the whole... not doing anything class is weird, but my teachers are normal."

Normal cynical young women, but still.

"Can't let her meet my boss, though."

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"Yeah," Juliet said slowly, setting down the earhole shoes and picking up a pair of pink suede booties. "Miss Ludgate won't make the best impression ever, but Callie ... she might actually faint."

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"Also," Jeremy added, making a vague gesture towards the exit (he meant to point in the direction of the sign outside, but it was hard to get it that specific), "I'm not sure how well she's gonna take the name. I mean, do you think we could pull of calling it, like, an eccentric Maryland branch of Neiman Marcus?"

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Hmmm. Juliet needed to think about this; she crossed her legs and rested the booties on her lap for a minute.

"Lots of places have pun names," she said. "She might believe that this was one of them before she believed Neiman's was stocking high heels in a size 18. Maybe you could say you didn't realize it was just a rip-off when you took the job?"

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Jeremy shrugged. Again. It was such a helpful gesture.

"I dunno, guess I could just not tell her I have a job, right? No one expects me to."

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"I won't mention it unless she mentions it first," Juliet said. "You can talk about apathy club instead, right? That sounds ... kind of good."

If he didn't admit it was called apathy club.