Sunday Shopping (open)
(( Continued from Arting Around All Day ))
The cabbie stopped in front of Rachyl's apartment building, and the two women got out. As the driver started to rattle off the fare, Rachyl said, "If you wait here six minutes, we'll be right back out, and there'll be a little something extra in it for you."
Hand-in-hand, into the building they ran, then up the stairs and into Rachyl's "ratflat." She dropped off the blanket-in-a-bag, quickly freshened up, then found a pale green blouse for Meegan. "It might be a tad small, but it should fit you."
They ran down to the cab, and made it back within five minutes. "Thanks for waiting," Rachyl said. The drive went quickly.
They stepped out of the cab, and Rachyl tipped the cabbie as she had promised, with a little extra. As they walked in the searing heat towards the entrance, Rachyl commented, "You look cute in my blouse, it's a bit short but I love how it shows off your belly and navel ring. I'm sorry but it's the only color I had clean."
"Look there's a shop that will do just nicely." It happened to be a lingerie shop, but she was sure one of their corsets would do just fine.
"And after we get you situated, I want us to sit by that fountain for a minute or two."
They entered the dressing room and flipped the lock. Meegan shrugged out of the offending blouse and placed it on the little bench. She took the corset off it's hanger and slipped it on presenting her back to Rachyl.
The red-head set about pulling the lacings tight, but not restictingly so. When she was finished she gave Meegan's bottoma pat and smiled. Meegan turned and returned the favor to her friend.
Smiling Meegan tugged the tag off the bodice and opened the stall door for Rachyl.
She sat Meegan down, holding her hands fast. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, peering questioningly at her friend. "You weren't surprised by the state of my apartment. You knew where I live, obviously. Had you seen pictures? Had you visited that day you left early a couple weeks ago? Or did you just get a description?"
Her voice was even, not in the least bit accusatory; she just spoke matter of factly, in a conversational tone.
Meegan hoped that didn't sound as snobby as it did in her head. She really did want Rachyl in a nicer place.
Her voice trailed off, and the unsaid "for everything" echoed in her mind, and she knew Meegan probably inferred it.
Meegan popped up and held open the door for Rachyl.
Giggling, she kissed Meegan's cheek, and opened the door again, and stepped out.
Laughter bubbled up her throat and she could not keep the face. She broke into the bright tinkling laugh and pressed her hand to Rachyl's forearm.
She dropped back to her flat feet and tried to walk a few steps ahead, but was restrained by Meegan's suddenly tightened arm.
Meegan gave Rachyl's arm a squeeze and let her go. Hopping that the flames in her eyes weren't adding a nice singed look to her lashes.
"Come on let's go find you some corny t-shirts and some american flags stuff."
She tilted her head almost submissively as she said, "I shall endeavor to behave... In public. But I want some baby-doll tees, too, oh and a tie. A nice, long tie."
Taking Meegan's hand again, she dragged her to the nearest information and map stand. "I still don't know my way around this mall yet, though. Don't spend enough time here, but then, my Mom would say I'm too old for it."
She giggled as she looked over the clothing store listings. Directing Meegan's attention to a raven-haired, plump girl - who couldn't have been older than fourteen, dressed nearly the same as Meegan and herself - she whispered, "In New Jersey, young girls dressed like that are commonly referred to as prosti-tots. Far too young to be dressing as they do." She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "They're also probably a good percentage of our target shopper demographic, aren't they."
Meegan pointed to a store called Aeropostal on the map. "I like this store for jeans and t-shirts, ever been?"
Rachyl noted the location, and walked with Meegan towards the store.
Meegan bounced her knees a bit and grinned at Rachyl.
"I think you might like what Express has to offer and Charlotte Rousse for that matter."
The girl at the counter - who seemed to have more metal in her face than skin - looked somewhat surprised to see an otherwise Goth-dressed plump chick hand her a babydoll and jeans to be rung up. "Could I get one of those pale blue Truck Stop baseball caps, too please?"
She drew out her wallet, and dug out her credit card.