|Vi (slayervi) wrote in parabolical,|
@ 2009-12-28 19:37:00
|Entry tags:||cathy mcdonald (née hyatt), vi|
Who: Vi and Cathy
What: Clothes shopping
Where: Store at the mall
When: Late afternoon
She wasn't sure about the jeans.
Vi turned so that her back was to the mirror and glanced over her shoulder, eyeing her rear end critically. Slipping her hands into the back pockets, she tried to decide if they were too tight. Then she turned back to face the mirror and slipped her hands into the front pockets, tilting her head. "Hmmm."
The gift cards had come in handy. Vi had taken advantage of them, very thankful, to replace a few items of clothing that she'd lost to encounters on patrol. Just last week, she'd ended up ass down in a pile full of rancid garbage. No matter how hard she had scrubbed, the jeans still smelled like spoiled milk and the shirt had a brown stain she was sure she didn't want to investigate further. They'd both gone in the trash after the third wash.
Shaking her head, she ducked back into the dressing room and emerged a minute later with a different pair. Hands on her hips, she gave the new pair a studious look in the mirror. "This shouldn't be such a science."