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."
They walked almost in step to the next store on Meegan's list - Express. As they walked, Rachyl commented, "You know, the last few weeks working with you, has probably been the longest stretch of time I've actually dressed in a feminine manner. Skirts, blouses, corsets... It's rather liberating, and I've come to realize I quite enjoy it."
"When we're done here we can go to Old Navy and get you stocked up in corny tees and jeans."
Meegan pulled three different styles of cami out in Rachyl's size and gave them to her.
"If you're a good girl and keep your hands to yourself in the fancy stores, I'll buy you a bag to go with that brown and turquoise number."
She debated telling Meegan about her investments and such, but guessed that, with all that she knew about Rachyl, already did know.
She did decide, though, to tell her about... that night at the party... But somewhere a bit more private, in case she broke down again.
It actually felt good to cry, outside the museum, and she felt like a weight had been lifted from her heart.
Eager to go to her favorite stores, Meegan took the camisoles from Rachyl and paid for them. As they left the store she gave Rachyl the bag. When they'd made it out of the mall Meegan took a right and began to walk down the strip. Her feet knew exactly where she was going. A five minute walk found them in front of a row of shops that could rival Rodeo Drive.
The first store was Rolex and she had no desire to go in there, she'd never bought one in her life and didn't plan to start now. The second was a Gothic-ah boutique and she knew better than to go in there, she'd never get out alive, so to speak. The third was Chanel and she knew she didn't need nor want anything from there. So she entered the fourth, Gucci.
Rachyl looked at Meegan as if she'd grown a second head. "You should know I wouldn't ask that. Besides, I'd rather not have a heart attack today."
She couldn't help but be somewhat impressed by the sheer amount of fashion in the stores they walked past. They bypassed the Gothic-ah boutique quickly; if they'd gone in, Meegan probably would have been hounded like a celebrity.
"Which of course, she is," Rachyl thought.
When they entered the Gucci store, Rachyl saw a display with dresses similar to the one they'd inadvertently ruined a few weeks ago (with Veronica's help.) "Going to get a new dress? I still feel bad we ruined that red one."
Meegan walked to a display of leather coats and fingered the lapel of a calf-length trench. It was a subtly different style than the other two she had and would work well with a pair of thigh high boots and a mini skirt she had purchased recently. It would do really well for the fall.
She gestured to the sales woman, who being good at her job recognized Meegan.
"I want this sent to my home, I should be there later today to recieve it."
"Yes, ma'am. And would the lady like it in her usual four?"
"Please."
"And the same account as usual, Ms. Masters."
"Yes, that would be fine."
"It would be my pleasure. Is there anything else I can get for you?"
Meegan looked up at Rachyl and saw that she was looking at a dress display.
"Send another in a" She looked closely at Rachyl trying to decide her size. "would you say a six or an eight?"
The saleswoman scrutinized Rachyl for a moment.
"An eight for the coat, madam, she is broad in the shoulder and bust, the six would fit her waist, but not her bust."
"Very well, send an eight to my offices tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Thank you."
Meegan crossed over to Rachyl, and put an arm around her shoulder.
"So what do you think?"
Meegan squeezed Rachyl's shoulders. She really wanted her friend to develop a taste for the finer things, but little steps were best.
"Come on let's go check out Versace."
"So tell me, is there really no better chocolate in the world than Godiva? I've only had a super tiny bit once at an office party, and it was pretty good... Of course, you really can't tell much by a morsel not much bigger than half of a dime."
She pushed open the door, still chuckling. "One day I shall take you to Switzerland and you will know the meaning of fine chocolate."
She stopped inside the door and turned back to Meegan, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Though, I don't have a passport, and I'd need to get the standard international immunization series, and I haven't even looked for a doctor since coming to Nachton. Maybe I should get Martha to give me a list of suggestions."
She spun as Meegan allowed the door to close behind them, surveying the shop, then stopped when she pointed in her lover's direction again. "Then again, I haven't been in a plane since high school, and never overseas. It might be fun to join the Mile High Club." She pursed her lips and put a finger to it demurely. "No, I'm absotively posilutely sure it'd be fun to do that." With a wink, she glided over to the blue dresses to the left of the entrance.
"I'll get you in with my doctor, a passport takes time so you need to take off tomorrow and go do that. You'll also need a european wardrobe, so we'll take care of that in the weeks before. I think if we do it right we can go for Thanksgiving. What do you say?"
Rachyl started mumbling loudly to herself as she stared at the dresses, "Of course, I've only ever helped make Thanksgiving dinner, and haven't had opportunity to do it myself. I think that it can be one of the most amazing meals of the year. Especially corn pudding. Have you ever had corn pudding?" She turned to Meegan, then didn't wait for an answer as she turned back and circled around the display to the next dressed mannequin. "Mashed potatoes. Parsley potatoes. Cranberry sauce. Geez, we just had lunch and I'm making myself salivate."
Meegan glanced around the store, when nothing caught her eye she stayed close to Rachyl, watching her.
"I'm not a big fan of the traditional Thanksgiving, it's too hard to get through."
Still ramble-mumbling, she moved around to the next dress, and out of the corner of her eye caught sight of a pink dress. A heavy collar with two wide strips that ran down over the breasts, showing ample cleavage between, and a tight attached skirt that looked rather stretchy, allowing freedom of movement.
Rachyl indicated it with a nod of her head. "See, now that would be great, I think, but not in pink, even though pink is this year's 'in color'. Though I don't know, what do you think?"
Meegan pointed to a white silk dress. "I have that one."
She showed Rachyl a thigh-length trench coat in a light tan. "I love this one for you."
She turned to Meegan and saw an almost evil grin quirking the woman's luscious lips. "Nothing, huh. Can't say I'm surprised."