Raven didn't have her own credit card. There was a reason for that, though. It was mostly because it was easier to just casually inform Charles that she was taking his - usually when he was otherwise occupied, and responded with a very obvious hm? oh, yes, of course, have fun while fluttering his hand dismissively - and taking off before he realised what he had just agreed to. Not that she took advantage of her brother or anything.

No, it was definitely not along the level of taking advantage of him. Not when she didn't really buy herself that much. A few cute retro tops here, the odd minidress there, maybe a pair of shoes. Mostly, she just liked having it on her, in case she saw something that caught her eye. And something usually did catch her eye.

That evening, though, when she was debating returning home via the subway before Charles started blowing up her phone with text after text after voicemail after text asking where she was and when she'd be home and was she bringing dinner and was she safe or did he need to send help, something else caught her eye. It was hard to miss the young man apparently Voguing in the mirror while test-driving a leather jacket. It was almost adorable, in a way; it was just this side of not quite suiting him.

"Are you sure about the fringe?" She asked, crossing over to pause behind him, peeking around to catch his eye in the mirror.