fandomtownies | Clothes Over Bros- Wednesday

Have your own clothing adventure.

Astrid was discovering that she had quite the problem this week, and, no, it didn't have anything to do with the fact that she couldn't stop thinking awkward things about her roommate, about her classmates, about her teachers. All of that, for the most part, seemed fairly reasonable and even understandable in certain cases, except for just how overt all the thoughts and feelings were.

No, Astrid's problem was that she couldn't even look at her own clothes right now without immediately thinking of her dead foster mother, stretched out on her bed in lingerie, covered in jewels, and kissing her, and she was pretty sure that was a problem was was distinctly unique to her.

(God, she hoped so, anyway).

The solution, then, was obviously new clothes. Especially for the party tomorrow, which she was still a little unsure about, but she was avoiding people anyway, and the mannequins gave her a little bit of pause, but it also made her curious, so she was ducking in, with some of the money from Ron in her pocket, and began to look around.

"Astriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina hurried up to the other blonde girl, looking rather flustered.

"Ohmygosh," she said breathlessly, mostly from sheer embarrassment than anything else. "I'm, like, so glad you're here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you have time to help me????????????????? Are you busy???????????????? It's just, like, I could totally use your help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Pleaaaaaaaaase????????????????" Nina finished, with a pleading look.

Astrid had been lost in her own world a little bit, doing the same thing she'd done earlier that week in Criminal Justice class where she was just sort of daydreaming with the inspiration of the feel and cut of different fabrics, so she wasn't even a little bit prepared for the sudden onslaught of the pure force of nature that was Nina Argentum.

"Nina?" It took her a moment to blink her way through the jarring juxtaposition. "Erm, um, no, I'm...I'm not busy. What is it? Is everything okay?"

Was anyone ever truly ready for the force that Nina was?

"Oh, thank goodness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, clasping her hands together. "It's, just like, I don't have anything to wear for the party on Thursday and I was hoping you could help because, like, well………………"

Nina did a spin, which made her pretty ankle-length skirt flare out nicely but really, it was more to show off that she was incredibly, dreadfully modest in clothing and style.

"Like, I thought maybe, I don't know, something a little more……………. modern????????????????"

Was 'modern' turning into Nina's word for 'risqué'? Yes, yes it was.

Astrid had always been a great admirer of lines and movement in art, and it was hard not to wistfully see Nina's little spin and the way her skirt flowed as some sort of art-in-motion. A small, gentle, quiet thing underneath all that loudness.

She smiled softly. "You're talking to someone from almost thirty years in the past," she told her, "so I don't know how helpful I'll be with modern, but I was looking for some new clothes. All the ones I have..." were woven by ghosts "...just aren't cutting it right now..."

"Then we can help each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said eagerly. "That is, if you don't mind my help too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, like, my world's not even anywhere near thirty years in the past, so……………."

Nina's enthusiasm would always sort of throw Astrid a little, and it felt particularly so today, but she came out of it with a small laugh and a nod of her head. "I'd love your help," she said. "I feel a little lost in the woods, honestly."

Which had more to do with feeling incredibly distracted than simply not knowing what to get, but everything else stemmed easily from that.

"Did you have an idea of what you were looking for?"

"Well, like, the party's sort of turned into, like, a Valentine's party, even though none of us planning it really get this holiday, but I guess, like, something a little daring??????????? A little romantic???????????"

Nina considered the other girl for a moment.

"What were you looking for?????????????"

And Astrid was considering Nina right back.

"Something..." she started, still struggling to even know what she wanted, "....different. SO I guess something a little daring, too? I'm not so sure about romantic, though. I'm not sure that suits me, but, then again, if that's true, then romantic would be different..."

"How about........ how about, like, we go pick out dresses for each other--like, two or three--and then come back and see what they look like????????????????" Nina suggested. "Do you have any hard nos for clothes?????????????"

For guidance.

Okay. Okay, so like, Nina had realized that given what the party was turning out to be—in no small part thanks to her and she wasn't going to deny that she was a cheerful enabler of romance--but, like, okay, back on topic, Nina had realized that she had nothing to wear.

Which was obviously an over-exaggeration but, like, she didn't have anything that suited how she was feeling and that was a truth.

Nina had poked her head into Pixie Dust and had backed out basically immediately because while the girl manning the shop had been super cute and definitely looked like she knew her clothes and all, she'd also looked like she was ten or eleven and Nina was not asking a child about… all of this.

The lingerie in the windows of Clothes Over Bros had her blushing furiously before she even gathered her courage and entered, hoping that the entire store wasn't… ah… that.

Even with her courage braced, Nina paused in the entryway, once she'd closed the door behind her and couldn't help but feel (and look) rather lost.

Really now, the things people wore…

Brooke was practiced enough at this to not actually look at any teenagers during a week like this, so don't mind that, she was saving you both.

"Can I help you?"

"I don't know," Nina said, after another pause, though this one was more 'wow, that lady was pretty' and less trying to sink into the floor though that was still an option. "I'm, ah, like looking for something a bit more… modern????????????????"

Nina looked really cute—in her own opinion—with her soft felt hat atop her curls and her neat and tidy winter coat with the twin rows of buttons from collar to hem and the cuffs of the sleeves edged in fur. Her skirt was a heavy winter one, down to her ankles and embroidered with little birds and her boots matched her coat.

But, like, she was not particularly… modern. Or anything but incredibly modest.

"Okay... when you say ''modern', is there a style you're looking for? Or a level of what you're wanting to show off?"

Because everyone was a horned up mess this week.

Nina paused.

"Like, I don't really know," she admitted, "but I'll run away screaming if you try to get me to wear anything in the windows……………………"

She. She was not ready to go anywhere near that far.

"There is a long way between you and the window," Brooke assured her with a smile. "Cleavage?"

Nina hesitated.

"Like, some????????????" she ventured, since she wanted to be brave but she also didn't want to, like—"I don't want to fall out of anything???????????????"

"So, revealing, but still mysterious?" Brooke asked, making sure Nina was good with that.

"You know what," Nina said, beaming, "that sounds perfectly delightful!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Her romantic little heart loved the idea of being mysterious.

"Okay. What color do you feel the best in?"

She was a surprisingly good sexed-up fairy godmother.

"Pink!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said immediately because, well, it was true. "Though I also, like, really look good in blue?????????????????"

She was and Nina loved it.

"Well," Brooke said, looking through the racks, "we have something a little romantic, or something a little more adorable party girl... This I don't actually think you'll pick but you should try it on first just to feel yourself a little."

Probably not dirty. Brooke had done a lot of things in dressing rooms, she would not judge.

"Am I on the right track?"

Nina shifted a little, a bit aghast at the idea that two of those contained any mystery at all, and yet--

"The second one is pretty close to a few of my dresses," she admitted. "The neckline's a bit lower, the ones I've got just cut, like, straight across instead of that heart-shape............ I, like, the others are really pretty but..... I want to try them but I'm also terrified of them?????????????????"

Because oh my gosh.

"There's nothing wrong with trying. If you don't like it, you put them back," Brooke shrugged. "Also remember if something's too revealing, you can always wear a shawl or something, too. Which also gives you something to take off later, when you're feeling it."

Just in case.

Mike should probably have been staying the hell away from her work today. He should've been at home getting some more work done on some of his recent orders that he'd maybe been neglecting a little over the past coupled of days.

But Mike had never been great at doing what he should have. Hell, he'd never even been good at it. So here he was around lunchtime, with a takeaway bag from one of the restaurants in hand.

"Hey, babe."

"Hey, sexy," she greeted him, beaming. "Feels like a dangerous week to ask what's in the bag."

"Sadly I only have a boring but delicious answer to that," Mike replied with a chuckle, holding the bag up so she'd see it said Taste of Thai. "Only the finest pad thai on the island for you, miss."

"Why, thank you, kind sir. However will I repay you for this?"

She had ideas. Soooo many ideas.

Mike's grin was nothing short of filthy, so, he probably had some ideas too.

"I mean, you can start by coming home as soon as you're done here, and we'll take it from there."

"You know..." she said, "one of the perks of being the boss is I get to leave when I want."

The grin did not get any better at that, no.

"Well, in that case, boss," he said, voice going just a little sultry at the edges, "what's it gonna be? We gonna at least enjoy lunch right here, or we gonna go home for dessert first?"

The fun of letting your account run out is I mostly have teenage icons right now?

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