Outside Clothes Before Bros, Monday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

It was one of those fairly rare days (at least recently speaking) where Octavia didn't feel like spending time in the preserve or staying cooped up in the apartment. So even though she'd gone for her usual patrol early in the morning, after a pit stop back at MCA for something to eat, she'd ended up back outside.

The idea had been to head down to the docks, maybe drop in on Duke and Larceny if they were home. But she wasn't in a rush, and so her walk was more of a meander along the streets of Fandom. She didn't generally tend to go down Godiva Street at all, but today she did.

And that was how she ended up standing outside Clothes Before Bros right now. Looking at the clothes on display in the window. Maybe wondering what she'd look like in any of them. At least until she caught her own reflection in the glass. All practical and dark and tough, and, right. She just wasn't the kind of person to wear those clothes.

Octavia snorted, softly.

Still, she couldn't help but linger and look for a while longer.

[ooc: Open street, open post!]

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[my_own_advocate]

"I know," Lucifer sighed, "it is last year's fashion, and a small selection, to put insult to injury."

... he'd promised Seivarden a shopping trip for the upcoming vacation. He was here to inspect the options before he bothered to waste time on the island.

He didn't necessarily have to announce his abrupt arrival with judginess, but then again, why not?

[okteiviakom]

Considering the greetings Octavia often lobbed at him, she should just consider herself lucky he hadn't aimed his judginess at her.

"Clothes are the same every year," she said, only a little dryly, as she glanced back at him.

[my_own_advocate]

"You are so very mistaken, I don't even know where to start," Lucifer sniffed. "Just look at that dress. Animal prints? What is this, last July?"

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe it's for people who like animal prints," Octavia suggested, shrugging.

[my_own_advocate]

"Very few people like animal prints when they aren't in fashion," Lucifer said. "That's the whole point."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave him a dry look that suggested he was a fool for thinking that was a statement that should have meant anything to her.

It was very expressive for something so minimal.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes, but it was a good-natured sort of eyeroll. "Capitalism, my dear," he said. "I didn't take you for the clothes-shopping type, actually."

[okteiviakom]

The face Octavia made at 'capitalism' betrayed that was a concept she was all too familiar with. It was also her drunken rant topic of choice.

"I'm not," she said, once her face had smoothed itself out again. "I'm just passing by."

Sort of.

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you, now?" Lucifer said, amused. "I can tell by the speed with which you're moving."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took her turn for an eye roll.

"I'm not going in," she drawled, "so it still counts."

[my_own_advocate]

"Would you want to?" Lucifer asked idly, like he didn't care much.

[okteiviakom]

"What would I want with last July's animal prints?" Octavia asked in return, her eyes on the window again.

Her tone sounded... sigh-y, for want of a better word.

[my_own_advocate]

"Something to cut up all that leather?" Lucifer said. A beat. "I really should introduce you to Maze, she can give you pointers on versatility if you want to stick with the all-black leather motif, actually."

[okteiviakom]

This time, Octavia glanced down at herself, and shrugged. "I wear what's practical."

Or what reminded her of the ground. Same thing, really.

[my_own_advocate]

"So does Maze," Lucifer said. "I mean, I've never seen a skirt get in the way of her mauling anyone."

[okteiviakom]

"She's probably used to it," Octavia allowed. No reason to doubt it because she knew Verity, after all. "But I haven't worn a skirt or a dress since I was..."

Actually, she didn't want to think about that too closely. So:

"... Much younger."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm not going to interfere with your personal style, those trousers are working for you," Lucifer said, flicking through pictures on his phone. "Besides, Maze does also like her trousers."

He held it up.

"There she is," he said, grinning broadly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned in just a little for a look, and raised her eyebrows a little. "Yeah, I would never be able to wear that." For... reasons that may not have been more solid than your average kneejerk. "I like her boots."

Maze was also very pretty, but Octavia wasn't really the type to say that sort of thing out loud.

[my_own_advocate]

"I've seen her destroy people with those boots," Lucifer said, still grinning.

Look, he and Mazikeen might have grown apart, but he was still proud of her. She was his Maze.

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia replied as she straightened up again.

Look, what else was her take supposed to be?

[my_own_advocate]

"Though apparently the ones with the pointy heels are more effective. Less practical, though," Lucifer said, as he put his phone away inside his jacket.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, that's just logic," Octavia shrugged. "Sharper is better, though not for walking."

[my_own_advocate]

"Always useful to have in your arsenal," Lucifer mused. "Or so I'm told."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't understand how people even learn to walk in shoes like those," Octavia admitted, after a beat. "Feels like it should involve a lot of falling on your face."

[my_own_advocate]

"Small steps, from heel to toe, and try to walk as if someone scotch-taped a rod to your spine," Lucifer said, brightly. "... It does take some practice."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's gaze flicked back over.

"I'm not even surprised you know that."

[my_own_advocate]

"If you want to learn how to walk in heels, get drunk with a drag queen," Lucifer said cheerfully.

[okteiviakom]

"Somehow I don't see being drunk actually helping with that."

Okay, with the confidence part of it, probably. Just not with staying upright.

[my_own_advocate]

"I mean, if you can pull it off while drunk, you can definitely do it sober."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged. "I don't usually do anything that interesting when I'm drunk."

No, she went dancing, or left people voicemails that revealed secret nicknames. Both of which were actually very interesting for some people.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, are you a sleepy drunk?" Lucifer said. "I don't remember you ever curling up on any of the sofas at the club..."

Of course, he'd only been here for a few months now.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had also been old enough to drink at the club for only roughly as long he'd been here, too.

"No, I just don't try to learn to walk in heels."

Let's be real: she probably would, if the opportunity presented itself at the right time.

[my_own_advocate]

"I definitely need to introduce you to Maze," Lucifer said.

Then again, the chance of that ending in an actual blood pact was high.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted as she reached into her pocket for her phone.

"Why, so she can teach me sober?"

[my_own_advocate]

"No, so she can get you drunk and in trouble, obviously," Lucifer said, grinning. "You can compare knives."

[okteiviakom]

"One part of that sounded tempting."

No, all of it sounded tempting. She just wasnt quite that honest.

(Even to herself.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Excellent! I'll arrange it if she's ever in the neighborhood," said Lucifer.

Besides, Octavia could probably use some getting flirted with by someone on her level.

[okteiviakom]

Hey now, Octavia had zero complaints with the flirting she already got thrown her way on a regular basis.

She made a vaguely amused noise.

While snapping a quick pic of the dress in the window on her phone.

[my_own_advocate]

A pleasant addendum, not a replacement, Octavia.

Lucifer watched her do that, and laughed.

"I thought you weren't interested in dresses?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged as she looked the photo over, then slid the phone back into her pocket.

"Sometimes I just like taking photos of things I see."

Mostly so she could text them to someone else later, preferably with as little context as possible.