Who: Emerson and Piper Where: Shopping for clothes at random stores When: Week 1, Sunday evening Why: Wanted to sneak in getting Piper clothes before the week is over! Warning: I'm sure swearing, More will be added if needed.
Emerson hadn't a clue about what sort of clothes Piper would want. His most current link to women's fashion was an 80-something-year old woman who liked neon leopard print and hot pink lipstick. He knew she hadn't been too impressed with his car, so obviously dependability and practical clothes might not have been her go to. Eventually, he just ended up pulling into the parking lot of a store that he knew had all kinds of options from pricey to cheap, slutty to conservative. Money wasn't an issue, and he'd get to possibly learn a little more about Piper's taste.
Getting out of the car, he snuffed out the cigarette he'd been smoking before tossing it into the street. He walked around, intending to open the door for her if she hadn't gotten out already.
"Like I said, I fucking hate shopping, so don't take forever," he said with a yawn. "Whatever you want, money's not a big deal. Just don't buy super slutty cleaning clothes. Because that'll make me simultaneously happy and angry."