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 Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:32 pm
*Luke looks at her like she's crazy.* No, it's not! It's in your pocket. I saw you put it there.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:34 pm
I'm just gaurding it...
:::She began to bunch up the oversized t-shirt at one side so she could reach the latch on her belt. She opened it and revealed the money to him:::
That doesn't make it mine.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:37 pm
Yes, it does. You made it all being a brilliant physicist, remember? *Luke sees Aimee heading back over to them.* Don't flash that around or else someone might take it. I don't want to hear that some girl with super powers bashed in the face of some jackass on the 6 'o clock news. *re-thinks, corrects himself* Or at least, right now I don't.
*Luke nods to Aimee.* Hey. *points to where Cora's holding up her money* Cora was wondering how much she's gonna spend in here, with prices and all. She's just looking for an idea.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:43 pm
*Aimee crosses her arms and makes a consdering face.* Well, that all depends really. This mall is built to fit any budget. You have Charlotte Russe, Rue 21, Old Navy, Aeropostle, H&M, Pacific Sunwear, Wet Seal, The Limited, Express, and New York and Company if you want to hit the sales.
*rattles off with little effort* Then there's Versaci, Armani Exchange, Ambercrombie and Fitch, Banana Republic, Guess, Eddie Bauer, Urban Outfitters -- LOVE their clothes --, Marmi, Vicky C's, DKNY, and Delia's if you want to throw caution to the wind and go on a complete, indulgent shopping spree.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:44 pm
*Luke looks on, mouth hanging open in what appears to be speechlessness.*
Right.
Well, I'm gonna leave you *to Cora* with the expert. You two can figure that out. *smile to Aimee* I'm trusting you to give her whatever ... shopping guidance she needs.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:45 pm
*grins and takes Cora by the hand* You're trusting the right woman.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:46 pm
I know that's right. *He gives Aimee one more up-and-down of his eyes, and he walks away, before Cora can stop him* Have fun, Slim.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:48 pm
:::It becomes apparent to Cora that she can't get a word in edgewise as Luke walks away. When they begin talking about budget, she realizes that she's got a set amount on her and that some things are going to cost more than others, she has no idea how much, and she has no idea how much money she has. She begins looking for the numbers on the bills... quickly enough she sorts through and sees:::
This is... two hundred and seventy-five. How many articles of clothing will that buy?
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:54 pm
*Aimee's eyes go wide as she looks down at the money.*
*She looks back up, a wide grin in place.*
Oo-oo-ooh, baby.
Stick with me. We are going to give you a complete makeover.
*Aimee does everything but drag Cora by the arm in the direction of the nearest girl's clothing store.*
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:58 pm
:::Cora resigns to taking this as a good sign, and she sort of struggles a bit to keep up with this fairly smaller and considerably more goal oriented woman:::
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 9:46 pm
*Luke steals a glance over his shoulder at Cora and Aimee. He smiles a little. Aimee would take care of her. Probably traumatize the girl with an overdose of makeup and hair products, but... there were -definitely- worse things than that.*
*For a moment, Luke worries about the questions that will inevitably come up. How Cora didn't understand the currency. How Cora barely understood how to put on the clothes in his time period. Not to mention that - she knows no member of his family - besides Luke.*
*He thinks about the car Cora busted up on their last visit. The apple she tried to steal. McCreedy and the fight at the club.*
*That was all strange ******** stuff. But there's no sense worrying about it now. Anything strange that could happen wouldn't TOUCH how strange it would be for Luke to insist that he tag along.*
*So he tries to forget about it.*
*Max walked up to him.* "What was that all about?"
*Luke shrugged and made a face.* "Eh, girl s**t."
"Oh."
*Luke and Max walk through the mall and into Sears. They stop once they get to the lawn and garden section ... when their floor arrangements of gas grills catch their eyes.*
*Max made a noise of appreciation, remniscent of Tim the Toolman Taylor.* "Ho ho ho."
"That the new Weber Summit?"
"Weber Summit Gold A4 5810001 Grill, with stainless steel tops and three molded tool holders."
"You tryin' to sell me one?"
*Max gave him an indignant look.* "No, I just like to know the product before I buy it."
"How much is it?"
*Max blinked and looked at the huge price tag.* "$1,450."
*Luke let off a low whistle and grabbed his chest.* "Whew."
"s**t. What the ******** does it do? Take me out to dinner and give me a lapdance?"
*Luke laughed.* "Why don't you ask that salesperson over there?"
*Max looked at him.* "Don't even." *But Max saw Luke's grin. He started to walk away.* "Aw, man."
*So of course, Luke called the sales clerk over.* "Hey! Hey! Yeah, you. Ma'am." *Luke calls over a female clerk.* "My friend has a question about the grill!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 9:54 pm
*Aimee guides Cora to what she considers, the most stable of clothing stores: The Limited, Express, Charlotte Russe, Urban Outfitters, and Banana Republic.*
*Aimee works with Cora: asking her what styles and colors she prefers. Aimee enlists the help of the salespeople in each store to help her create the "Ultimate Outfit" for Cora.*
*In Banana Republic, they are still shopping for accessories and a cute skirt to go with the black number Cora got from Charlotte Russe. They are purusing the aisles, when Aimee gasps.*
Oh you have to try on this one.
Ooooo, and this one. *Aimee snatches it up.*
*Aimee grabs a trendy low-cut blouse, and smiling explains.* This one is for me.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 9:58 pm
:::Cora wasn't sure what part of the anatomy this article covered... it looked just like a cylendricly shaped cloth with pleats on the bottom half of it. She looked over and saw a statue wearing the same thing Aimee was giving to her over it's lower half:::
So this is supposed to go... over my hips?
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