Re: Fashion District: Clementine & Holly
[The woman left to obtain the very important name on the paper, and Clem just gave the badly dressed girl a real knowing look. No one's friends spent this kind of money without something in it for them, and that wasn't even Gotham knowing; Clem knew women and men real well for her ownself. But maybe this girl reckoned this was really just kindness, and maybe she had no idea that she'd be lying on her back paying for this all some day down the line. It wasn't Clem's place to tell, and why not let Holly enjoy the pretty clothes in the meantime? Growing up came for everyone eventually, and knowing about it didn't help it stay away none.
The baby kicked her feet, her onesie Marc Jacobs camo, and she was happy as could be on her fur-coat blanket with Clem's keys in her mouth. Clem glanced at her every so often, but not with any kind of motherly concern or worry. Just looking, was all.
But Clem couldn't look at a thing but that orange neon now it was all out there. She groaned, covered her hand with her mouth, and sat back in the pink chair.] Honey, folks are going to think you walk the streets you go 'round wearing that.
[But the owner - woman had to be the owner - came in soon as Holly said the names maybe got mixed up. She asked Holly her name, said Mr. Wayne had said to expect her, all polite as could be, and Clem wondered if her crying blow job crimefighter was crusading to help poor girls again. She didn't think for a second it was the daddy paying for all this.]
That one cries during blow jobs. [Whispered, as the woman went to get a rack of things to show the blonde girl.]