Demon Marcus, Thursday.

[boneyard_girl]

Ada had candy.

Ada had candy, the radio blaring out the best of the 80s-and-90s rock-and-roll, a new dress from New Cardiff and the remainder of the money from Miss Cara in her pocket, and the end of classes to celebrate.

It was a good day as far as Ada was concerned, and she'd ditched her shoes to dance around the store while she cleaned, singing along to whatever tunes the radio served up. Demon Marcus was open, and the mermaid was in.

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[crimson_sister]

Ringo had suggested going shopping, and while Lucille had made all kinds of excuses, she had been thinking after that that she might need a new dress. She was staying on the island and she was looking for something she actually needed, so this was different from what Ringo had proposed.

Lucille had considered choosing a day when Sparkle worked, as discussing new clothes with him was uncomplicated, but when she walked past the shop and caught a glance of Ada in the window she made a sudden decision to change her plans.

"Good morning," she said, entering the shop, trying to make her voice heard over the terrible music.

[boneyard_girl]

Ada had gotten so caught-up in dancing that Lucille's voice over the music startled her, and she promptly tripped over the broom she'd been spinning around with and landed on the floor.

"Lucille," she gasped, laughing at herself from her spot on the floor. "H'llo! What c'n I help you find t'day?"

[crimson_sister]

Lucille looked at Ada, briefly unsure how to react. Dancing with a broom, laughing on the floor, it was strange and unfamiliar to her.

"I need a new dress," she said, as that was her purpose for being here, obviously. "For everyday use, not for parties." For a moment, she looked a little uncomfortable, but she added: "I hope you didn't hurt yourself." It was unlikely, but she felt she should at least address that Ada was sitting on the floor.

Perhaps she could ask her to turn down the music too?

[boneyard_girl]

"Nothin' wounded but m' pride," Ada replied cheerfully, getting up to dust herself off and going over to the counter to turn the radio down to a murmur.

She loved Guns N' Roses, but was well aware that not everyone else shared her musical tastes.

"Do you want a summer dress, or are you lookin' towards fall already?"

[crimson_sister]

As Ada turned the volume down, Lucille found she could to the same with her voice. "I believe it's too late for a summer dress." Besides, they usually weren't to her taste. "What would you suggest? You guessed my taste quite well the last time I was shopping for a dress."

Ada's cheerfulness should have irritated Lucille, but because it didn't she felt awkward. Rather than looking at Ada she glanced around the room.

[boneyard_girl]

"D'you want a dress, or a skirt an' blouse with a fancy vest or coat?" Ada asked, mind already racing through possibilities. "I tried t' put in a few orders for things, just in case you needed somethin' new or we got more girls in who like modest dresses."

[crimson_sister]

"Modest?" She didn't care about modesty, but showing her bare skin made her feel exposed. And she didn't want Ada to think she was.

"A dress," Lucille added quickly. "A darker color. What would you suggest?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Let's see..." Ada threaded her way through the racks to start picking some things out. "We got stripes, and this one got nice contrast, or a nice blue..."

[crimson_sister]

They were all quite pretty, not that Lucille didn't trust Ada's taste. Well, in music perhaps. She found it hard to choose.

"Which one would you suggest? They are all very nice. Perhaps I should try them on?"

She suddenly felt very aware that trying them on would mean undressing, if only to her corset and petticoat. That couldn't be avoided though, even if it made her feel a little awkward in front of Ada.

[boneyard_girl]

"I can put 'em in a dressing room for you," Ada offered, "--but if'n you want somethin' for everyday wear, probably one of th' first two. Though that blue would look nice at Homecoming, or durin' th' Christmas holidays."

[crimson_sister]

"I will try all three of them on," Lucille decided. "And perhaps you would like to give your opinion on the fit?" She smiled a little, hoping she didn't come across as nervous.

[2_old_for_this]

Peter could probably use a few more changes of clothing. He supposed he could shift to look like he was wearing clothes long enough to do laundry, but that seemed sort of sad.

So, here he was, walking back into the clothing store, and...um.

"Hi?"

[boneyard_girl]

Weeks without visitors. Weeks. And now she'd been busted twice in one day for twirling with her cleaning supplies.

Oh well, at least he hadn't walked in on her with someone before they could get to the back room. That would be even more awkward.

"H'llo. Welcome t' Demon Marcus," she chirped, putting on her best 'Talking to Townies' smile and leaning over to turn down the radio. "How c'n I help you?"

[2_old_for_this]

Peter gave her a small smile and wave. "I can probably mostly help myself. I just didn't want to startle you."

[boneyard_girl]

"Helpin' is what 'm here for," Ada pointed out logically. "Unless it's just for decoration, in which case 'm boss got some explainin' t' do."

[2_old_for_this]

Peter smiled, just that touch too late that said it hadn't come naturally lately.

"You seem to be pretty good at both." He waved at where she'd been dancing. "I wasn't expecting jeans and a show."

[boneyard_girl]

"Nah, that didn't have enough sequins t' be a show," Ada said easily, although she didn't miss the timing of the smile. "Now what can we do you for?"

[2_old_for_this]

"I just need some jeans, maybe a pair of slacks or two, and a couple shirts," Peter said. "I can probably get them myself, unless you get a commission or something?"

[boneyard_girl]

"No commission," she said, hopping up to sit on the counter since, whatever, he didn't seem to want help. "Clothing for humaniod males in your size is that way, and we do alterations if needed."

[2_old_for_this]

"Thanks." Peter headed off that way.

Wait, was it rude not to introduce himself?

"I'm Peter, by the way."