Nova had on red skinny jeans with an oversized AC/DC t-shirt. She had a huge fake leather bag over her shoulders and a scowl, which was usual for her. Particularly because there were people in the group that she wanted to choke. Repeatedly. Curse at, roll her eyes, stomp, maybe even drench and take pictures. Calmly, though, she was good. Trying. Very hard. She got along with her roommate, Kirsten, and Pepper wasn't the stale lesbian she had suspected she was. The others... she tried to ignore.
"So we just walk into a department store," She said once they entered the mall. Having taken a few cars. "And just demand they show us dresses and then grab whatever our size is and try them on?" She made a face. She was informed she was not to wear black, red, or anything that looked like a bruise. She sighed.