J,GoB; Sunday Afternoon

[totalwildcard]

Okay, so Barbie probably wasn't in Barbieland anymore, that much had become clear. She wasn't... exactly sure what to do with that information, but she was choosing to try and make the best of it! And right now? Right now, that meant she'd found a nice little bakery and coffee place in town, and ordered coffee and a cupcake. The person behind the counted seemed a little weirded out by the money she handed over, but accepted it, so Barbie picked up her things to head to one of the tables.

"... Oh, gosh, that was a close one!"

She really wasn't used to carrying things with actual liquid inside! But it was just a matter of just being a little more careful about holding the cup, right? Right. She made it to one of the window tables without another incident of almost spilling coffee on herself.

She had not yet thought about what the experience drinking it would be like, though.

(open! eta: now with 100% less clashing with Summer's post)

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[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Arden's head snapped up. "Did you say Eleanor?"

[what_big_teeth]

"Uh, yeah, brah!" Chad instantly brightened at the prospect of a lead, and then his grin grew even more when he turned toward the person who asked. "I sure am! Are you Eleanor?"

His shades slid down his nose a little so he could peer over them to get a better look at Potential-Eleanor, and gave himself a little fist pump of victory.

"Nice."

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

There was a very loooooooong second while Arden looked at Chad. If this whole weekend hadn't already put her solidly in a place of unending 'what the fuckery,' this might have been what did it.

"Uhh, no," she told Eleanor. Not-Eleanor? Whatever. "I'm her friend, Arden. I...ahh... don't think you'll find her this weekend."

[what_big_teeth]

"Aww, really?" Chad asked. "You think?"

But his initial disappointment was quickly turned into a thoughtful, understanding nod. "Playing hard to get probably, huh? Love of the chase and all that? I get it. I respect that. But, hey, if you see her, maybe you can give her my digits? And you can give me yours, too, just in case."

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"No, no, I think she was, ah, called away," Arden said. She didn't understand quite how this worked - was this some weird, other-dimensional Eleanor, somehow? A weird AU clone? Something? "But, um. If you give me your number, I'll definitely pass it along when I see her next."