when sober girls around me they be acting like they drunk Who: Pixie, OTA What: Finally in possession of ~money~ again, Megan gets a little carried away shopping for her new pad. And then very nearly collides into somebody. When: Thursday afternoon Where: Silver Skies Mall Warnings: TBD
Megan couldn't believe how much money she was making.
Of course, people told her part of it was because she was new. Brand new, but also new to the venue, yes. The new-girl cash flow would extend as long as one could keep milking it, and with her baby-face most guys placed her younger than she was. (Sometimes that was kind of freaky. And gross.) Her newness could easily extend into a schtick, sure. She couldn't pull off the bombshell thing, so sweet and perky would have to do. She actually found that she enjoyed the work--she loved to dance and she loved to not wear pants, so it worked out.
The first couple days were killer on her legs, though. She was getting used to it. Slowly.
But it was so damn nice to have money, for once. Lots of it. In cash. She'd put the first and last month's rent plus security deposit down on an apartment (nothing huge or fancy, just one of the little shitholes that peppered Mutant Town) already; she just had to wait until February 1st until she could officially move in, as the old tenants were moving out at the end of the month. Until then, she was still crashing with friends, but the huge wad she still had leftover even after paying for her place was burning a hole in her pocket. Plus it was Thursday which meant it was prep-for-the-weekend day.
Thus, one trip to the mall!
She stopped at a couple of the smaller stores first, picked up some necessities. (Okay, earrings were not a necessity, but she was writing them off as a business expense already.) Then, to bigger discount department store. She ended up filling her cart pretty fast with things she'd never had time or money to get for her old place, plus some accessories for tomorrow's party--she wasn't old enough to buy alcohol but she did get some stuff for mixers, salt and limes for tequila shots, mini cans of Diet Coke to go with whiskey. A lamp--her old one had a big crack in the side--and a new shower curtain that didn't have a hole burnt into it and even a couple boxes of fairy lights, leftover from Christmas and marked down pretty insanely. She planned on stringing them up everywhere inside, and turning her bed into a sparkly fort.
Her cart was full with more things than she'd ever been able to buy at once and it was making her giddy. Plus, she was Megan, and giddiness was already her natural state. So it wasn't unusual to see a blur moving down one of the larger aisles, a red shopping cart full of an eclectic mixture of stuff plus a smudge of pink hair and fluttering wings. She was pushing herself around, holding on to the cart and letting it roll on its own, like a little kid.
"Wheeeeeeeeeeee!"
A few moments later, said shopping cart flew back down the other way.
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
It was only on her return trip that she realized someone was in her way. She let out a little shriek before she leapt upwards, her wings beating furiously to give her lift so she could rise into the air, her hands gripping the shopping cart bringing the back half of it up with her. She jerked to the left in mid-air, causing her and the cart to spin 180 degrees, just barely missing the person she'd been on course to collide with a few seconds ago and coming skidding to a halt mere inches from a wall, which would have squashed Pixie like a bug between it and her laden cart.
She dropped out of the air, although she stumbled a few steps from how dizzy that maneuver had made her, still impressed with herself. "Shazam!" she said, holding out her arms like Vanna White. "Check that shit out!"