InsaneJournal

A smile perked on the old southerner's face as he waited outside of Nitrous' door with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. The weather was a complicated thing as it had shifted from hot to cold. This morning it was slightly chilly as he pulled his jacket closer around his neck where he felt that brisk chill hit his throat. That lingering tickle struck, causing him to cough more violently as he sucked in that trail of smoke.

It had been a while since the gunslinger had been out shopping. He did like to look his best, and while clothes weren't quite as comfortable as his trench and vest, he was sure he'd be able to find something fashionable.

Once his cough stopped Doc cleared his throat, spitting out that congestion that his eyes followed unsurprisingly to the ground. No blood. It was a filthy habit. Taking out a handkerchief he dabbed his mouth before putting the cigarette back between his lips.

He'd wait all morning if he had to, that's just what a southern gentleman did for a lady.

Nitrous was trying to hurry and still look good, but it was a difficult thing. She was glad getting ready wasn't the pain it had been back in the Victorian times, at least, all corsets and multiple skirts and tall hair. After fifteen minutes of fussing with her hair, she finally felt presentable.

"Okay!" she said, practically bouncing out to Doc. "Are you ready for some serious shopping?"


There was a certain simplicity to the fashions of the time now, but there were things the old gunslinger missed. One was those highly fashioned ivory plated pistols that were as much a part of his attire as the hat and pin that stuck to his tie.

When Nicole bounced out the door he flicked the cigarette out, snubbing it with his shoe. "Let's go lil' darlin'" he offered his arm out for her to take. He looked her over thinking that she would have looked quite nice in a bustle and a low-cut corset.

Nitrous grinned and took his arm, doing her best not to drag him along like an over-eager kid in a toy store with their parent. There wasn't any point in setting a quick pace, since she'd inevitably get distracted by something and veer of course. Like that pretzel cart! Mmmm, pretzels. How do they get the salt grains so big on the pretzels? Tablesalt isn't that big. No, focus.

"I was thinking we could fight our way through the crowds and pick out something snazzy for both of us, and then maybe get some lunch?" Nitrous suggested, trying not to sound too hopeful.

She was definitely one with an hyperactive mind, different, but he wasn't one to judge when he actually liked the girl. There should have been a more gentlemanly vigor, but when she bounced he found himself trailing off into his own thoughts.

The number of people out in contrast to normal city life was almost daunting. He wrapped his coat around his neck as they briskly passed down the street. "I'm yours for the afternoon, darlin', you take the reigns." It wasn't often Doc gave up his afternoon for just anyone. When most of his spare time was spent at the poker table and with his whiskey bottle, having a new lady on his arm was a good roll of the dice. Nicole was a bit on the unpredictable side and that was what he liked in an exciting woman.


"Hee, you're going to regret that when we end up trying to store tons of bags in a tiny rental locker because I wanted to go ice skating or something," Nitrous giggled, navigating her way through the crowds of people.

She honestly couldn't remember when this whole Black Friday thing had started, but it all seemed so unnecessary. Unless the stores were just giving away free stuff (in which case, Nitrous was not above leaving everyone giggling and high to get the first Blackberry. Those were so cool!), it all seemed like so much fuss over one day of shopping. Still, doing it at least it would be a fun experience, especially with Doc there, and she grinned at him as she dragged him into the first department store they came to.

If he'd had a hat on his head, she would have knocked it off with the force she pulled him into the store. He laughed bemused with her hyper-attention. Considering how easily she could be pulled, it was a wonder that the first place she chose was a men's department store. A little higher class, something that could definitely appeal to his tastes. Doc was always a fashionable man.

They were greeted with a saleswoman who at first had no idea how to approach the two. They seemed friendly, but not an actual couple. She pulled out her best smile and formally asked how they were. "Is there something I can help you find today?" There was something attractive about the gentleman, but she'd hold her tongue until she knew what these guys were in the market for.


"We're shopping!" Nitrous said gleefully. "Oh, but you probably knew that, because why else would we be here? But yes! Shopping!"

She bounced a little, glancing around. Oooh, so many Christmas lights! She almost started trying to count them all when the saleswoman shifted and drew Nitrous' attention back to what they were doing. "We're looking for some scarves! It's cold outside."