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Post by MARGOT L'ABATTOIR on Dec 2, 2014 9:40:41 GMT 9.5
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Tulle. Chiffon. Pleather. All the textures under the sun all lumped into one little boutique store for Margot to run her sticky little fingers over. This was her idea of heaven. Despite having thrived amongst the rough company she had collected in the last few years, Margot was a sucker for the finer things in life no matter how far she sunk into the slums.
The soft, draping sleeves of a silk organza dress tailored to look like lax birds wings reminded her particularly of a dressing gown her aunt used to wear at the end of a long day. She used to say it felt like the gossamer wings of a butterfly on her belly. Margot had always thought she sounded like a formicophile or something. It really make her skin itch.
Wrapping her hands around one of the satin bows on the back of a midnight blue cocktail dress near the shop's front window, Margot lifted the fabric close to her face to inspect it. Keeping a shy peripheral view on the owner of the store, known for her notoriously abrupt evictions of customers who seemed to peeve her off, Margot tried to keep her expression vacant as she stared in dismay at the frayed seams. The woman could be as uppity as she liked, but sometimes the handiwork spoke for itself.
Stepping away from the clothes near the entrance and moving to the more showy pieces near the back of the store, Margot stepped gingerly past the eccentric owner and made her way toward the slightly bulkier alcove. Spotting a particularly flashy looking ball gown that had clearly seen a prom or two more than Margot, the girl almost tore the straps off the gown in her rush to remove it from the hanger.
"Barbie, I'm using the stall, don't you dare peek on me!" she shouted, skipping toward the changing room at the back of the store. Barely tugging the stall door closed, Margot proceeded to pull her clothes from her body and wriggle her way into the too-small, baby pink gown. "Hey Barbie, when you see how good this looks, you're just gonna scream! Break out the camera!"
Bursting out of the stall once again, only half of the laces in the back of the gown tangled closed, Margot began twirling toward the front counter. The layers upon layers of stiff organza and tulle spinning and sticking out like the branches on a bristlecone pine tree. Whoever she collected while presenting the outfit would surely be barrelled over with the force of the entrance.
Notes: well I'm just gonna do here what I gotta do here 'cause I gotta keep myself free
seamless wasn’t exactly L’s top choice when it came to needing some hot-as-fuck clothes, but it was one of the only stores that carried some pieces of fashion and didn’t charge three hundred percent of cost. the inside was tacky and probably resembled the inside of that bitch barbie’s brain. before she’d ever set foot in the boutique, L had heard around campus about seamless’s head honcho, so of course she’d stepped in the first day with compliments spilling sweetly from her mouth, candy-red lips smiling earnestly and keeping up with meaningless nonsensical chatter so she could get on barb’s good side. it hadn’t been hard.
L had witnessed a temper tantrum from the crazy shopkeeper only once and the wide-eyed girl who’d been stupid enough to talk some smack about a vomit-colored dress had had to deal with a red-faced barbie screaming in her face. the welcome bell tinkled above her as she stepped over the threshold and at first she thought she was the only person in the store. L had seen a really fucking cute black mini skirt with lace trim on the bottom and a strip of leather stitched around the hips. It was a skirt L had planned on using to get herself into the pants of one of the new ennui arrivals. the poor kid thought he was hot shit, but it was such assholiness and douchebaggery that drove all the respectable girls away.
while L was sure he was all talk and no action, she’d seen him the other day in some odd-fitting sweatpants that had let her eye-measure the size of his package. she was good enough in the sack for the two of them so regardless of whether or not he actually knew how to fuck was inconsequential. damn, it didn’t look like barb had the skirt.
“barbie, hi,” L started as she skipped up to the front counter. she pulled out her smartphone and flicked the screen on so she could show barbie exactly what she was looking for. “i don’t see it out front—those new dresses by the window are to-die for, by the way—but do you have—“ but she was cut off by some obnoxious prick. irritation flashed over L’s face and she managed to half-turn, and in her peripheral vision caught a whirlwind of a dress and a human body spinning towards her.
“oof,” L huffed as the girl collided with her. the other girl’s elbow jabbed L in the side and the girl flinched, arms raising to grab the wooden check-out counter before she could lose her balance and topple over. the brown fox ears on her head swiveled and her tail swished angrily under her blue petticoat dress. “uhm, excuse me?” L started as she recovered and pressed one hand against her bruised side.
