Who: Peter Vincent and Amy Peterson Where: A shop in Goldthwaite When: early Monday afternoon, October 21 What: Peter is tired of wearing a stage costume that doesn't fit, and decides to spread the love a little while getting a new one. Warnings: Peter’s foul mouth, tbd Status: Closed, ongoing
While he technically hadn't cheated at Henley's game back in Empire City, he still felt slightly guilty for it. He did have a strong advantage over the ones she'd set the challenge for. He'd thought it hilarious at the time, taking advantage of that loophole to beat her at her own game, watching her grow more and more frustrated, and winning some extra cash on top of that. But once they'd left town - or rather, been run out - he'd thought more about it. The whole thing seemed far less funny now, and not just because they'd been chased out of town by an angry mob not long after.
He'd set about playing the game so that she could win back some of her cash. For him, that time around had been more entertaining anyways, and even more informative. It gave him a more extensive taste of Henley's own talents, testing her knowledge and abilities as a magician. He could even see this working relationship turning into more of a partnership with time. The girl was good.
She had also been the one to reach out first to apologize even though he'd been more in the wrong. He had really been kind of a dick to her, and he wanted a way to make it up to her. Which was how he found himself in a dress shop in town, looking over "expensive" gowns. He had to remind himself that, for this time period, these garments would be rather pricey. Back home, Peter had spent more than this on a cheeseburger... which, to be fair, had been both a ridiculously expensive cheeseburger, and worth every penny. Peter really missed the decadence and indulgence of Las Vegas.
They had already been to a tailor to get a new tuxedo for him; he was tired of the bad fit of the one the Carnaval had provided for him. Now he was trying to pick out something for Henley that she'd like, but would also be practical for their show. He was no stranger to buying gifts like this for women, but being thrown into a new decade threw him off his game, and he still didn't know his assistant that well. He wasn't sure he trusted his ability to find something to her tastes. Which was where Amy came in. Between the two of them, he was sure they could find something.
He felt the skirt of a satin gown in pale green, fingers bold as they slid over the cloth. "What about this one?" he asked her, already a bit dubious himself. The colour was nice, but the sleeves were sort of odd and uncomfortable-looking. Maybe that was just the style back then? ...Or now, rather. He still wasn't used to thinking of the 1930s as present day.