| Facing Fall [open] |
[11 Oct 2013|07:43am] |
Muttering under her breath regarding the disarray of the store she was in, Styx started fixing the hangers so that they all went the same way -even if that meant taking the garment off and turning it around. If they all didn't go the same way it was unappealing to look at. “Ma'am,” a store clerk said, “You don't need to face the racks.”
“Well, if you did it properly, I wouldn't have to. It is impossible to properly browse when everything is chaos.” To prove her point, she pulled a blouse down, one whose hanger was flipped backwards and snagged on the neck of the next blouse and pulling it off the hanger. Styx gave the clerk a glare. Alexander McQueen would be appalled by the status of his store. Or maybe not, he did design for Lady Gaga after all and that woman was willing to wear a dress made out of steaks. She shook her head and went back to fixing some hangers.
She was fussing. ( She was also obsessing and she knew it. )
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