“Robbie,” she said, motioning him in as if she had a great secret to share, “you’ve got that backwards. Out of the two of us? I’m definitely the man.” She motioned to his hair, mouthing ‘hair products’ dramatically. “It’s okay, I’m sure you’d look quite lovely in a dress. It would really bring out the leg hairs…..You wax, don’t you? I bet you anything you manscape.” Alicia couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of it. She liked smooth legs but that didn’t mean men should have them.
“You mean it’s not my dazzling personality?” Alicia knew he had a point. She wasn’t vain but she was well aware of what people saw when they looked at her. There was a reason she got good tips at the pub, great tips really. Tall, blonde and boobs seemed to be a winning combination, even if it was annoying as hell. It was hard to be taken seriously on the pitch when they were picturing you naked. It was bloody annoying. “You act like you don’t benefit from the same thing, pretty boy.” When he struck a pose she nearly collapsed on herself, laughing so hard no sound could come out. “Wait...Wait, do your sullen face, now your come hither face. You’re doing it wrong! They’re all supposed to look the same. You know, there is a muggle song that would suit you.” She started humming ‘I’m too sexy’ as she danced through another aisle of clothing.
“Yes, because my tits need to be bigger. Wait, are you calling me fat? Oh, woe! I have curves. NOT THE CURVES!” She ran up behind him, looping an arm around his neck so that she could properly ruffle up his hair. “You just want wank material. Fine, fine, do what you must. Once I get past those blasted buttons I bet I’ll rock it.” Or look like a fool, either way it’s something she could use to go see Rocky Horror. Which actually gave her an outfit idea for him…