Devon Ava Sawyer (systemoverload) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-04-25 02:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | april 2010 |
Who: Eleanor and Lizzie
What: Shopping for date-worthy clothes
Where: Town
When: Saturday afternoon
Rated: PG
Eleanor had taken one look at Lizzie’s “date” clothes and decided right there and then that the girl needed a complete wardrobe overhaul if she had any chance in hell of a successful date.
She’d dragged her almost but not quite by the ear to her favourite store in this rinky dink excuse of a town, somehow managing to convince the other blonde to try on a skirt and a cute little black dress.
As Lizzie was fighting her way into the unusually tight fitting clothing that Eleanor had tossed her way, the woman in question was perusing through the lingerie. She had plenty, but it never hurt to have more, especially as she was looking for something in a black.
She tilted her head at a cute lace number, pursing her lips as she attempted to imagine how it would look beneath her dress and on her skin. Not bad, not bad at all.
Brightly painted nails snatched up the hangar before they sought through the rack for a matching piece of underwear, perhaps even suspenders.
What? She had a killer pair of heels that needed a killer pair of tights to accentuate her legs.
Lizzie had a struggle to get into the dress. The skirt hadn't been such a problem, but the dress? She'd had to twist to do it up and tugged it down so that it didn't reveal anything too much. She'd kept her hair back in a ponytail, but when she had the dress on, she eyed herself in the mirror and pulled her hair out, letting it fall down over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled. That looked a little better.
"Ellie?" she called, a little nervous because she'd only really met the woman today and was already out shopping with her and all kinds of hectic because they were going out on a sort of date thing with two guys from her school and she was nervous. Of course she was nervous. She'd never spent a lot of time with anyone that wasn't Luke - to be honest, she'd never really thought she ever would have to and she knew that was childish, but still. She'd stuck her head out from behind the curtain, her hair down and hanging loose, the rest of her hidden quite wonderfully by the curtain, and her feet were bare. "Ellie? Can you come here?"
Eleanor turned her head as she heard Lizzie’s voice, abandoning her search for suspenders. “Coming,” she murmured as she made her way through the throng of people crowding the various narrow intersections between racks of clothing.
Jesus Christ.
She neared the cubicle that Lizzie was in and then tugged on the curtains. “I’m here, what is it?”
Lizzie chewed her lower lip and fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "What about this one?' She'd never worn anything like this before, she felt ridiculously self-conscious. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, reaching up to twirl a strand of hair around her fingers.
She caught sight of the underwear in Ellie's hands. Her eyebrow lifted. "Is that for tomorrow too?"
Eleanor stepped back to take a honest critical look at Lizzie, thinking the waistline did wonder for the girl's hips and the cut certainly emphasised her strengths.
"That looks great," she said honestly. "It totally compliments your hips, draws attention to your breasts and does quite the wonder for your ass." What? She could be quite the man when she wanted to be.
She glanced at her underwear and then offered a radiant smile. "Yeah it is. Never hurts to wear good underwear on a date."
Lizzie twisted a little to show the back of the dress to Eleanor and she honest to god flushed when she was complimented. She brushed her hair back behind her ear and just gave a smile. "So you think this is the one?" The skirt had looked good, great, even, but Lizzie felt a little more confident in the dress. She just needed a pair of shoes now, heels probably. Her ones, in Eleanor's opinion, 'just wouldn't do'.
She looked at the underwear again. "It looks... uncomfortable."
"This is the one," Eleanor confirmed with an affirmative nod of her head. "Definitely. You're going to turn heads."
A shrug was given at the comment about the underwear. "See, the thing about this sort of underwear? It's not meant to be on you long enough for it to get uncomfortable."
Cue a massive smile, one complete with teeth.
Lizzie's eyes widened. "Are you- you're- but-" she looked a little scandalised and more than a little intregued. She smiled a little and nodded her head, "I guess so, that makes sense..."
She looked at herself in the mirror again and then nodded once more, decisive, like she'd made a decision. "I think you've got a point about this dress. I think it looks- it looks good." She bit her lip again and then grinned, twirling a little. "What happens after this, then?"
"Nothing wrong with a woman dressing to get what she wants," Eleanor pointed out with a smirk.
She caught her lower lip in her teeth and then exhaled a slow breath. "Well, now we've got to think shoes, accessories, hair and makeup."
Lizzie laughed softly. "Not at all. I- you know what you want, it's really awesome," she praised, surprised and impressed. "I'm- I wish I was more like that."
She looked down at her feet, glad she'd painted her toe-nails, they were a shade of midnight blue. She wiggled them against the linoleum floor. "Shoes, accessories and make up?" her lips twitched into a small smile. "How exciting! Shoes first, right?"
"It's all a state of mind," Eleanor remarked as she tapped her temple with the tip of her index finger.
She gave another sharp nod of her head. "Hell yes, you'll need a pair of heels for that dress. Needs heels that a) make your ankles look great and b) really accentuate your calves."
Lizzie twirled again, up on her tiptoes as she looked at herself in the mirror. Comparatively, the clothes she had worn that morning looked boring as anything. She smiled, hand on the curtain. "So I need to get changed and then we move on?"
It was strange, how excited she was about all of this. She'd never done it before, she'd never had a girl friend before - not really - and the fact that she had one now (or at least had the potential to have one now) was exciting and fun and really good because it might mean she would have someone to go to to talk to about girl stuff.
"Yeah you need to get changed unless you want to give the folks here a parade of your undergarments or if you'd rather get caught shoplifting." Eleanor offered another sharp smile and a wink before she turned her back so Lizzie could close the curtain and get dressed.
Shoes, they needed shoes. Eleanor tapped her finger against her lower lip, contemplating stores she could take the other girl to.
"I think I know where we need to go for shoes."
"Oh yeah?" Lizzie asked, tugging off the dress and very swiftly changing back into her own clothes. The felt comfortable, worn, and far less sexy.
Doing her jeans up and pulling her hair out from where it had gotten stuck underneath her t-shirt, Lizzie poked her head out again. "Alright, give me a second, I just gotta get my shoes back on."
She slid her socks on and her converse, expertly doing up the laces and then sliding out of the changing room with the black dress on the hanger. She elected to leave her hair down, the tie wrapped around her wrist.
Eleanor on the other hand was everything that comfort was not from the tight fitting jeans to the snug highly complimentary off the shoulder top and the high stiletto boots. Although for her, this was comfortable.
She turned her head to regard Lizzie through a long piece of blonde hair that had at one time been a dark shade of brown. Eleanor enjoyed dyeing her hair different colours, made her appearance a lot more exciting and pissed her parents off.
"So let's purchase the dress so we can get you some heels."
estelwillow: Lizzie nodded, the rubber soles of her converse squeaking as they exited the changing rooms. "I really appreciate you doing this with me," she said, feeling very much like Sandy from Grease. Apparently she needed a change, something new, a new look. A new Lizzie.
She took a second before she added, "Is there something I can wear that'll protect my feet from being killed by new heels?"
"Us girls need to stick together," Eleanor shared with with a casual lift of her shoulder. "Boys are fun, but sometimes you need a little female support."
Eleanor glanced over at Lizzie. "Yeah, gel inserts. You can buy them from the same place you'll get your heels from."
"Definitely." Lizzie agreed, nudging Ellie with her shoulder. The other woman was tall, especially with those heels. They were kind of scary looking. "Besides, boys don't know how to help me with make up or dresses or anything like that."
She nodded, holding the dress in her hand. She was about to spend a fair bit of her allowance on this dress, but that was okay. It was going to look good. At least she didn't need underwear. That would have been embarrassing. "And I'll wear them from the shop. To help make it easier on my feet for later."
"If they did then I'd be worried that they weren't all that straight at all," Eleanor remarked after a moment.
Eleanor slid into line and glanced at the women in front of them, tilting her head to take note of the rather skimpy top that the older lady had in her hands.
Oookay then.
Lizzie laughed, "True enough," she lifted a shoulder and then leaned to the side a little, looking confused at the top the woman was holding in her hands. She blinked a couple of times and then nudged Eleanor, asking silently with a raised eyebrow, what the hell?
Eleanor returned her look and then took it one step further, leaning closer to exchange some words with the lady in question.
"How dare you!" The older woman snapped.
This didn't affect Eleanor in the least bit and she just lifted her shoulders. "Somebody needed to tell you that you're too old to be wearing things like that. Clearly your family is too afraid of you acting like a child about it to say it. I on the other hand? Have no qualms."
"Just you wait, I'll-"
"What? Eleanor challenged. "Set security on me? I've done nothing wrong except point out your flawed taste in fashion."
The older woman huffed and hurried forward to make her purchase, grumbling about Eleanor the whole time.
Moving quickly enough, trying to get away from the young women that were behind her, the woman looked back at Lizzie and Ellie before buying the top.
"She shoulda listened to you," Lizzie said, voice quiet - not loud enough for the woman to hear her. She was surprised that Eleanor had spoken out, but then, thinking about it she wasn't at all surprised. Eleanor had balls. She was outgoing and smart and ballsy. Really ballsy.
She frowned. "Did you mean to upset her like that? Or are you just- You're very honest. Anyone ever tell you that?"
"Definitely," Eleanor agreed with a nod of her head, moving over to a free cashier with Lizzie in tow.
She leaned against the counter and tossed her hair over one shoulder, hitching the same shoulder a second later. "In this case? It was probably the latter. Sometimes I do it to hurt, but for the most part it's honest and nobody likes the truth."
"The truth always hurts," Lizzie pointed out, "particularly if you don't wanna hear it." She thought about last weekend, the conversation she'd had with Luke, the journal conversation with Mao. The truth always sucked.
She glanced up at Eleanor, wondering why they'd come to the cashier together considering. She put her dress on the counter.
"Especially if you don't hear it from the people closest to you," Eleanor said after a moment of thought.
She pulled out her father's credit card, passing it over the counter to the woman. "Put it on this." Blocked or not, it never mattered, not with her. Her father threw money at her to make everything better so why not take his money whenever she wanted? Sometimes, just sometimes, Eleanor could be nice.
"You can buy the heels."
Lizzie wrinkled her nose, that was close to home, unintentional on Ellie's half, but it was. Her eyebrow lifted. "You- thanks Ellie," she smiled up at the older teen and then just nodded. She could buy the heels; it meant she had more money to spend on them.
The more time they spent getting ready for their evening, the more excited and less nervous she was getting. After all, it was hard to be nervous when you knew that you were going to look great. And with Eleanor's help, Lizzie was going to look better than great.
Eleanor shrugged. "Don't mention it." The woman behind the counter went to use the card and Eleanor's eyebrow twitched as she focused her mind, rewiring the internal mechanics of the card machine itself.
It worked, the pin went in beautifully and the till processed the payment. Eleanor could almost see every wire, every spark and residual data transfer.
The dress was packed away and the bag was passed over to Lizzie, card being given back to Eleanor.
"Right, heels."
"Heels!" Lizzie was excited, almost childlike in her enjoyment of it. She picked up the bag that contained her new dress and Eleanor's underwear purchase. The least she could do was to carry it considering Eleanor had paid.
She looked into the bag. "Black ones?" she asked, "I'd like black heels, I think."
Eleanor slid her shades on as they exited the shop, her stride turning a few heads as she and Lizzie headed down the pavement.
"Black would work nicely and I think I know what kind we're looking for."
Lizzie watched as people turned their heads to watch her moving. It must be incredible for her to do that, to get that attention from people. Lizzie kind of wished that she was as confident, confidence was sexy, right?
"Cool, and I think I just need a bit of- confidence," she said, straightening her back and her shoulders, standing that little bit taller, almost mimicking Eleanor, but obviously not quite.
"That dress and the heels I have in mind are going to need both confidence and attitude. Won't work unless you apply both."
She passed a group and continued to cut sharp striking lines through the town as they moved in the direction of a shoe shop that had the most wonderful heels.
"Here we are," Eleanor muttered as she pushed open the door and made a beeline for the heels with straps and ties that wound into bows at the ankle.
Lizzie walked behind Eleanor and got figurative hearts in her eyes as she saw the shoes. She reached out and picked one of the pair off the display shelf and cradled it in her hands. Those were the shoes. She wanted those shoes.
"If it was possible to have a soulmate in shoe form, I think I just found mine."
Eleanor lifted her eyebrow as Lizzie snatched up and then cradled a shoe. Apparently she wasn't the only girl in town with a love of shoes.
"You sure those are the ones you want?" They weren't a bad choice, but never hurt to take a look at your options before making a decision.
"These are the ones I want," Lizzie said, casting a cursory glance around the store anyway. She fiddled with the bow at the back of the shoe. It was beautiful. They would look beautiful on.
She turned the shoe around in her hands before she caught the attendant's attention and asked for a pair in her size. "You think there's a better pair in here?" She didn't think so. It was love at first sight with those shoes.
Eleanor cast her experienced gaze to the colourful display of shoes and narrowed her gaze on occasion, shaking her head a second later.
"No, I think your gut instinct is right."
Lizzie smiled, looking proud that she'd made a good choice. She turned the shoe over in her hands as she waited for the assistant to return. "I think so. I'm thinking that they're- They're beautiful."
She chewed on her lower lip and looked at Ellie, looking forward to their evening out all over again. She glanced at the price label and swallowed - Jesus - but since she hadn't bought the dress, she could afford the shoes. They would last her. Max would pull such a face if he saw them.
Eleanor closed the distance, resting her weight on those precarious heels of hers. "They are," she agreed. "And they'll make your legs look great and certainly draw the eye."
Good heels did that as she knew from personal experience.
Lizzie smiled and nodded, putting the shoes back on the shelf. She wiggled her fingers impatiently. "Bring me my shoes," she muttered, looking up at Ellie again. "Hopefully these will. The bow might be nice to- y'know, draw attention to my ankles?"
"Patience is a virtue," Eleanor sung as she wandered off and perused the other heels that were on display.
The black ones with the bows on the front were really cute and they'd compliment the cute 1950'ish dress she had for Sunday.
Lizzie squeaked as she was given the box containing the shoes and she sat down to try them on. That was always important. Slipping into them, she could already pre-empt the pain that she'd be experiencing by the end of tonight, but she didn't care because the shoes were amazing. She rolled up her jeans so that they were at mid-calf to give her a better view of the shoes as she did up the ribbon at the top, putting it into a neat bow at the back of her ankle.
One she had them both on, she got to her feet, teetering a little but walking, listening to them clicking as she walked the length of the store, trying to keep her balance. She'd need a bit of practice, she'd never walked in heels so high in her life, but she was going to give it a shot. She turned and smiled, looking down at her feet, heading over to stand beside Eleanor. "What d'you think? I like them."
Eleanor stole the heels she was interested off the shelf and passed them to the assistant, asking for her size.
It was only when Lizzie teetered over to her that she crouched down on her own heels to peer closely at the other girl's legs.
"Yeah, those are definitely the heels."
Lizzie smiled and did a little turn in the heels before she walked back over towards the seats to take them off. She would definitely need those cushion things, otherwise her feet might actually run off in protest. She smiled as she sat down again. "I'm having these."
She slid them off, feet back on the cool floor and she wondered if that was why shoe shops always had cold floors, because people's feet hurt after trying on heels and cold floors felt nice? She put them back in the box. "Are you getting those ones?"
Eleanor rose back to her full height heels included and nodded. "Yeah, they'll go brilliantly with my dress. It's red, blood red."
It was quite the dress and she knew she could pull it off, especially with how she was going to do both hair and makeup.
"Just hope they have them in my size."
"You're in luck," the server said as she handed Eleanor a box with a smile, "last pair."
Lizzie was carefully packing her heels back into the box and lacing up her converse. They were complicated, but that was why she loved them so much, she'd spent hours learning how to make the laces look like stars.
"They are very cute," she agreed, turning on her seat to watch Eleanor. She was entranced with how confident the woman was. It made her fingers itch to draw her. Maybe she'd ask later. Not today, another day.
Eleanor said a quick thank you and then sat down, easing her current heels off and sliding her new heels on. Almost immediately they hugged her feet like a second skin and drew a person's eye to her ankle and then those calves of hers.
"Mm, I think these may be the ones." She approached the mirror and turned, getting a quick look at the heels. "Yeah, definitely the ones."
Lizzie watched, the incredible fluency with which Eleanor moved. She was like a painting, the weirdly perfect way she was put together made Lizzie envious for all of a few moments before she changed her mind. Eleanor was her own person, and Lizzie was definitely not Eleanor's type of person.
"They definitely are," she agreed, nodding her head. "They make your calves look great." She brushed her hair back behind her ear and went to the till to pay for her shoes, keeping half an eye on Eleanor.
Eleanor continued to move in the heels, prowling the store in slow languid movements that oozed sex appeal. "I'll take them." She gave a decisive nod of her head and leaned down to remove them, handing them to the assistant so they could box them up for her.
She slipped back into her old heels and followed the assistant to the till, slipping into the line behind Lizzie.
"Gel inserts," she said over Lizzie's shoulder in case the other girl forgot.
"Oh! Yes, gel inserts too please," Lizzie said, flushing a little. She'd totally forgotten about those. Whoops? Thankfully Eleanor had reminded her otherwise her feet actually would have escaped her at the end of the night. She handed over her card when she was asked and tapped in her pin number, feeling like she could see the money draining from her account, not that she minded. It was a sound investment. They were amazing shoes after all.
She felt almost... liberated.