Characters: Demelza Robins and Vicky Frobisher Setting: Their flat, late Monday afternoon Summary: Vicky threatened to chose an outfit for Demelza and the time has come to make good on threats. Rating: TBD
Leaning against her pillow, Demelza laughed aloud to her empty room when Vicky's comment appeared below hers. She tried to picture herself in something Vicky was likely to pick out and shook her head. If it hadn't been obvious to the world she'd do about anything for her best friend that was sure to do it. Smiling to herself, Demelza sat up and scrawled a response, grinning as she pictured the other woman's expression. She flopped back and stared at the page, waiting for Vicky's retort and thought about how pink she'd end up looking if she was serious about the dressing her up.
Abandoning her journal on the bed, Demelza flung herself off and made a beeline for her closet. She wasn't sure what had possessed Vicky to make such claims that her fashion sense and style could be improved upon in any way, but if rooting through her closet and dressing her up was going to make her happy, who was she to argue? "BUG!" she yelled as she threw open the closet door and flipped through the items she had hanging. "Oi! Nutter!" She waited for a response for a brief second before she continued her survey. It wasn't her fault she had nothing but fantastic, impeccable taste no matter she chose. It was just a gift! "You do your worst!"