Oh god, was he serious?! Tabby took a deep breath to calm herself down. She was dealing with a momma's boy?! Ughhh. She spun on her heels and narrowed her eyes but not necessarily because she was glaring so much as she was sizing him up.
"First of all, overpriced is right, until you get a job and some more cash flow, you get thrift store, which second of all, like not everything here is awful. Shut up and let me dress you or you don't get any tits or any ass."
Tabby turned back to the racks and grabbed a plaid, red shirt. She then grabbed his wrist and guided him to a jean rack. She kept pulling jeans off the racks and held them up to his hips until she decided on a dark pair that seemed the cleanest. The pair of clothes were shoved into his hands.