"Oh come on I bet you would kill it in high heels and chains!" Berta insisted, raising an eyebrow when Beth confirmed that no she wasn't accusing Berta of being kinky in the slightest. "I wish someone would mean me. You could mean me. I dunno I've not done much." She gave a shrug then, relaxed and not put off by Beth's stammering. "I guess more than the average bear." She hadn't thought about her own outfit but this was probably a good place to start. She hummed in thought, chewing on her cheek. "I wasn't but maybe I am, now... I might be like a renegade fairy, living on the edge.... ooh taxicab."
The car came around the corner and Berta was the first to dive in, giving the driver instructions. Once Beth was settled Berta tapped out an excited beat on the seat. "Beth and Berta, Berta and Beth. Weird shopaholics not so anonymous."