Retail therapy was a must tonight. Elliott had just bombed a test and he needed to blow off some steam. This typically was very bad for his credit card, but at least he didn't have too high of a limit. It contained his damage.
He slipped on the leather jacket with the fringe that he could never afford and in the mirror made a pose like he was jamming on a guitar. Someday..
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.
Elliott was brought back to reality by a rather attractive woman commenting on the jacket. He took it off with an embarrassed laugh and turned around to look at her.
Raven folded her hands behind her back as she slid her eyes from him-in-the-mirror to him-in-real-life, a little smile curving at her mouth. It was full of amusement, almost glittering with it.
"I don't know," she told him, "It's almost too camp for words. You know how you sometimes come across pieces of retro revival clothing, and your gut reaction is 'oh my god, why did they bring that back?' That's me and fringe."
Elliott's smile only grew with his eyes dancing with humor. "That's my opinion on bell bottoms," he replied. "I think fringe feels better to wear than it actually looks. Here, try it." He held the jacket open to put it on here.
"At least bell bottoms have the added benefit of making your butt look amazing," Raven pointed out, though she did hesitantly turn around, letting him help slide the jacket on. It probably wouldn't go with her dress at all, but so be it.
"But they do nothing for my girlish figure," he joked, striking an exaggerated feminine pose. "But see? Don't you feel the movement in the jacket with the fringe?" He asked after putting it on her shoulders.
"What makes you think I have a motorcycle to ride through the city at night?" Raven asked him a touch teasingly, glancing over to admire herself in the mirror. Definitely not her thing, not least of all because it was a little too big for her frame.
She glanced back over her shoulder. "Do you have a motorcycle? I'd have though the subway was a better bet for getting around."
"You just look the type to enjoy adventure," he remarked with a chuckle to
his tone. "I do actually. I used to live in Jersey, which you can't get
to with the subways." That and he just thought he looked cool on one.
"I never said I didn't love a little adventure," she admitted, her grin bright and warm. There was no small amount of interest in her expression at his own admission, though. "Do you have it here?"
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He slipped on the leather jacket with the fringe that he could never afford and in the mirror made a pose like he was jamming on a guitar. Someday..
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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.
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"You don't think I could pull it off?" He joked.
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"I don't know," she told him, "It's almost too camp for words. You know how you sometimes come across pieces of retro revival clothing, and your gut reaction is 'oh my god, why did they bring that back?' That's me and fringe."
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She glanced back over her shoulder. "Do you have a motorcycle? I'd have though the subway was a better bet for getting around."
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"You just look the type to enjoy adventure," he remarked with a chuckle to his tone. "I do actually. I used to live in Jersey, which you can't get to with the subways." That and he just thought he looked cool on one.
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