Faith and Paige
Faith held her hand out to stop Mouse. "Hold on a sec. Paige! Can you orb us to the mall?"
Paige ran down the stairs. "You know, I'm not a bus company. But come on, grab an arm."
Paige orbed them to a cubicle in the girls toilet. "Bye." And she left again.
Faith was left standing in close confines with Mouse. "Well, this is going to look strange when we come out."
Faith opened the door, but thankfully no one was around. "Let's go then!"
Mouse
Mouse giggled as they walked out of the toilets together. "Even if this is a cheer up Mouse cos her boyfriend was a cheaing moron, can we do it again anyway? Hang out together, I mean? I don't have many human, well, human shaped friends..."
Faith
"Mouse, I don't know how well you know me, but you should know me well enough to know that if I don't like someone, chances are, they're gonna know it. So, this is genuinely coz you're a cool girl. And hey... I am human."
Faith pulled Mouse to a small shop which was selling tiny shorts and shirts. "Ohh my god, look at those! They're like... so tiny."
Mouse
"People wear those?" Mouse squeaked out, eyes wide. "How could you? They'd chafe... and what if you had a fat ass? They'd look so bad."
Faith
"Mouse, Mouse, they don't chafe... that much. Just as a general rule, don't slay while you're wearing them." Faith shuddered. "There's an experience I could've lived without."
Faith looked around and spotted a short white skirt. "See, now, that, is cute." She picked it up and handed it to Mouse.
Mouse
"Yeah, maybe. I'm not a fan of skirts. You can't run in them." Mouse looked at the skirt and held it up against herself. "Ya think?"
Faith
"Try it. If ya don't like skirts, there are some leather pants other there. It's weird at first and a little hot, but you get used to it." Faith was cut short as she spied some leathe chaps, Xtina style.
"Excuse me while I pass out. Those things are hot!"
Mouse
Mouse laughed and headed over to the changerooms, grabbing a cute baby blue halter top on the way. She put them on and looked around for Faith to show her. "Faith? What do you think?" She stepped out of the comfort of the changing room.
Faith
Faith finished adjusting the crotchless leather chaps with the spanky pants. She stepped out of the change rooms wearing the pants and a bikini top.
"For some reason, I think this works better on Christina." Faith frowned at her reflection. "Wow, Mouse, that looks hot. Get it. Even if you don't wear it tonight. Wear it next time you see Taylor and make him cry."
Mouse
"Thanks. Tell me what looks good, I'm more used to hiding then dressing to show up on guys radars, so not with it much." Mouse shrugged. "That looks ok on you, but..."
Faith
Faith shrugged. "I'll get them anyway. Who knows, might wanna wear them one day."
Faith looked at Mouse and grinned. "Man, that is hot. I'm being serious, you should get it. Maybe get some knee high boots today as well. They look uncomfortable, but they're really not. Trust me, I used to slay in mine."
Mouse
"You're the teacher in this." Mouse shrugged, then grabbed a few more items that caught her eye as something she would never have worn before and went back into the change room. "Knee high boots sound like a go, Faith!"
Faith
Faith grinned. "Ah, it's like having a child." She ran out of the change room, twirling around giggling as she heard whistles from outside the shop. She grabbed another pair of leather pants, a gothic style singlet and a short black skirt. She ran back into the change rooms and got changed.
"Ready Mouse?"
Mouse
"Yep! Shopping as therapy, it rocks." Mouse stepped out, crimson leather pants ebcasing her like a second skin, set off with a black corset top fringed with red lace. "Can tell what you mean about the sweaty though."
Faith
Faith grinned, stepped out of the change room in the black leather pants and a gothic style top, with lace straps and a satin bustier, finished off with lace around the stomach.
"You get used to the sweat. Best off to put powder on your legs before you wear them. But they look hot. Mouse, you should wear clothes like this more often. Enough of the being shy about your body! God gave you this awesome look, take advantage of that!"
Mouse
Mouse grinned and ducked her head shyly. "Thanks. That looks good on you as well. Black and red are good colours."
Faith
"Thanks Mouse." Faith twirled round in the mirror a few more times. "Ok, I'm getting this. That skirt looks so crap, I'm not even bothering to come out. You gonna get that stuff? We can go hit other stores. Trick is, to get some nice underwear too, so you can wear see through stuff."
Mouse
"I'm taking your lead on this. I've never dressed in stuff like this...even at P3, that was just a dressier version of my usual. Covered up all over. This is...more fun, somehow." Mouse grabbed the stuff she wanted to buy and went to line up. "You wanna give me your stuff, Faith? Sabre and Nyx can afford it."
Faith
Faith handed her stuff to Mouse.
"Thanks Mouse. And thank you kitties. Sabre's hot. Good sparring mate too."
She stepped out and went with Mouse to the counter. "Dressing like this is what I do. It's an art form. Should be an olympic category."
Mouse
"Definitely outweighs getting on a couch for therapy," Mouse agreed, handing her card over. "Cheating lying scum of a boyfriend," she said briefly to the girl at the checkout.
"His card?"
"Don't I wish!" Mouse said fereverently as their clothes were bagged. "Where next?"
Faith
Faith grinned. "Don't worry, I've had my fair share of losers. Eventually I just came to grips with my destiny as a loser magnet."
She paused and pointed across at a shoe store.
"I don't know, I think I'm a shoe whore."
Mouse
Mouse giggled and headed over with Faith to the shoe store. "Ohhhh," she said in an almost reverent whisper as she saw the kneehigh black boots in the window. High blocky heel, zippers up the side, shiny leather finish, square toed. The boots just screamed don't mess with me. "Whaddya think Faith? Should I try them on?"
Shakira
Shakira was shopping for some new shoes when she spotted a couple of familiar faces.
"Hola chicas, ¿Qué tal?"
Mouse
"Taylor cheated on me with a stalker. Faithy's using shopping to make me feel better." Mouse grinned at Shakira, trying to hide her still surprised pain. "So far, so good. Hardly a thought of the lying cheating scum."
Shakira
"Ah," Shakira said, hugging the taller girl, "You know the best balm fopr heartbreak? Ice cream!" Shakira grinned. "My treat."
Mouse
"Sounds good." Mouse grinned. "I like icecream, and I really like those boots." She looked at the boots in the window thoughtfully. "What do you think? Should I get them?"
Shakira
"Totally," Shakira said. "Get them, they'll make you feel better. Then you can go back to the Hanson's house & kick Taylor in the balls with them*
Mouse
Mouse laughed freely. "Is that everyone's solution? Fafnir wants to rip his throat out, Faith wants to go kick his ass, you want me to kick Taylor in the balls, although I havta admit that would be very satisfying. But I'm gonna be the mature one here, and let his parents deal with it. But I do intend to be there when Diane rips into him. She will, I think."
Shakira
"Good idea," Shakira smiled. "Now, go buy the boots so we can get sugar high on too much ice cream."
Mouse
"Yep. Going to buy the new boots, with the cats' unlimited credit card. Man, gotta love most of my life, except for the male related parts." Mouse went in, tried on the boots in her size and bought them on the spot. She came back out, and grinned. "Icecream?"
Shakira
Shakira practically dragged Faith and Mouse to the Baskin & Robbins shop, paying for everybody's order.
"Feel better yet, Ratita?" She asked.
Mouse
"Yep! Much better indeed." The pain was numbed but Mose knew it was witing to come back out again. She smiled anyway. "Thanks, Shakira." She licked at her icecream cone, lapping up any droplets that seemed about to fall.
Shakira
"No problemo, mi querida." She said, which meant "No problem, my dear one."
Faith
"Those are very cool. You should try them on." Faith looked around and spotted a pair og black high heels that tied up the leg. She grinned. "Not my usual style, but I can make an exception for these."
"Hey Kira." Faith waved and then returned to tying the straps of the shoes up her leg.
Faith tossed the shoes away, ignoring the shop assistants pointed look. She discreetly flipped her the bird and joined Mouse and Shakira. "Yeah, let's go."
Faith glanced over at Mouse after staring at a couple of guys across from them. "You know, the offer still stands. I'll kick Tay's ass. And make him cry."
MOuse
"Vengeance is mine, saith the Pack," Mouse said sorta calmly but with an underlying snarl. "He'll get what's coming to him, don't worry about it. What will he do when animals refuse to talk to him, ignore his presence except to harm him, or annoy him? I think he will regret turning on me this way." She started eating the waffle cone with careful tiny bites.
Faith
"Let's not talk about it. Instead, let's think about all the hot studs we can use tonight at P3."
Faith licked her ice-cream and winked at one of the guys who was still staring at them.
Mouse
Mouse saw the direction in which Faith was looking and blushed, ducking her face so her fringer fell over her eyes. "I am so going to 'path your confidence. I won't be able to do it otherwise."
Faith
"Mousey, there's nothing to it. Find your inner Faith."
Faith beckoned for the guys to come over.
"You ready?"
Mouse
"No!" Mouse hissed, and then the guys walked over and it was too late. She tapped into her Pack sense and smiled. Confidence. Just grab it. "Hi."
Faith
"Hi there. Couldn't help noticing you." One of them said, eyeing Faith.
"Yeah, I did notice that. Kinda makes a girl feel all warm inside." She licked her ice-cream again. "Although, coming closer just makes a girl all hot."
Faith paused. "I'm Faith, this is Mouse and Kira."
Mouse
Mouse grinned and licked off the top of her icecream cone. "Hey. I'm Mouse." This flirting thing was fun...and the fact she didn't have a several hundred pound wolf snarling at the guy in front of her helped. They were kinda hot.
"Hey." One of the guys smiled back at her. "Name's Sean." Mouse was glad to see he wasn't blond. She'd had enough of blonds.
Faith
Faith winked at the guy she'd been talking to. He was blonde, and she could see Mouse turning away from him. The guy grinned back at her.
"I'm Paul."
"Say, Paul, are you a natural blonde?"
"Yeah."
"Can I check?"
"How?"
Faith whispered in his ear what she meant and saw his eyes widen in shock, then crinkle into a grin. "Sure."
"Well, we're going to my friends club tonight, P3. So can I check there?"
MOuse
"You gonna come as well?" Mouse smiled at Sean. Oh yes. This was definitely taking her mind off Taylor. Served him right.
"Probably. You going?"
"Hey, if Faith's going, I'm already there. She knows how to have fun. You live in Tulsa?"
"Yeah, we're all Tulsa boys. Where are you from? I'm sure we would've noticed someone as hot as you around."
"Me? Lots of places. I'm an all American girl though."
Faith
Faith nudged Mouse in encouragement before returning her attention back to Paul.
"So, you live here?" He asked her.
"Well... I do now. I was thinking about heading off for awhile, but, you know, with you around, I might just stick around."
"If you think about leaving, I might have to find some way to change your mind again."
Mouse
"So, what types of places?" Sean smiled down at Mouse. She preened slightly.
"LA, New York, New Orleans. Now, there's a city! Muggy and hot but somehow...beautiful." Mousle smiled as she thought about New Orleans. "People are friendly, especially the Creole."
"The Creole?"
"They're descendants of the French who settled the area first, before we bought all the land. They have a patois of French and English, gives the whole city this old world feel."
"Sounds nice. I'll havta get out there someday." Sean let his hand brush her arm and Mouse grinned. Encouraged, he stepped a bit closer. "So, you know some French?"
"Enough to get along. You know, how much is that, where can I buy some food, but I learnt to recgonise one phrase well. Hé, la jolie fille, regardent ma manière!" She grinned. "Means, hey, pretty girl, look my way."
"I can see why you'd learn how to tell what it meant." Mouse blushed slightly.
Faith
"So where's P3?"
"Oh you can't miss it."
"So you're not going to tell me?"
"Well... if you're desperate to see us again, you'll find it."
Faith winked and nudged Mouse. "Come on guys, let's get going. We'll see you tonight, hopefully."
MOuse
"Bye." Mouse smiled demurely at Sean as she let herself be led away. "That was fun! Let's do it again!" She bounced slightly, despite the shopping bags.
Faith
Faith led the other two through until they found an underwear shop.
"Oh, I need a new black bra." Faith charged inside and while she was checking out the underwear, she managed to anger a girl whose boyfriend was staring at Faith.
"Oh, get over it." Faith muttered.
Mouse
"She's beta," Mouse dismissed the other girl with a shrug. "You're alpha. She sesnes that, even if she doesn't classify it that way." Mouse's eyes went a little wide. "Ok, definetly teach me. I am way out of my depth here."
Faith
"Teach you what, Mousey? How to attract guys? It's all about confidence. If you know what you want, go and get it. Watch this, let's see if I can get that girls guy."
Faith adjusted her top and made her way over to the guy, who was waiting for his girlfriend to pick some underwear. She leant over him as if reaching for something.
"Oh sorry, didn't mean to push you. But while you're there, could you please hand me those?"
The guy smiled at her. "The red ones?"
Faith shook her head and twirled some of her hair around her finger. "Nah, the black ones. I like black panties."
The girlfriend of the guy turned and huffed. "Do you mind?"
"No, go right ahead." Faith gestured to the changeroom, ignoring the stares she was receiving.
"That's my boyfriend."
"Really?" Faith looked him over. "Well, I don't see your name written on him."
"Slut."
Faith pretended to be shocked. "Well, see now that's just rude."
"Leave her alone, Bec, she's not harming anyone."
"See now, that's the kind of attitude I like. Listen, tonight me and a bunch of girlfriends are heading to P3. If you want to come, you should. We can hang out. If not more." Faith winked and pointedly looked at his girl. "And come alone."
"I'll have to see. But I'd love to come."
"Ok. I can see where I'm not wanted." Faith said, still not really paying attention to the girl's glares. She turned and went back to Mouse, eyes falshing mischievously. "See, that was just fun. She deserves it for calling me a slut."
Mouse
Mouse was giggling helplessly. "Oh, man, you should hear her! She's soooo mad at you. But that wasn't what I meant. Teach me about, this kinda stuff." Mouse gestured vaguely at the racks of merchandise, blushing slightly. "This is way more range then I'm used to."
Faith
"Oh she deserved it. She called me a slut. And I coulda kicked her ass for that too. But I'm not gonna, coz it's naughty." Faith picked up some french cut underwear. "Oh man, I love it."
She caught Mouse's confused look. "Ok, these are french style panties. Kinda like a g-string, and kinda full underwear. Put it this way, you put them on, they finish about halfway down your cheeks. Go for g's... or v's. Either work. Or just nice lacy stuff. Or that bra. No, don't go for that. I love it." Faith ran over to the bra, picked it up and tried it on, before coming out shining happily. "Love it. Love it."
Mouse
"Ok." Mouse shook her head and grabbed a few of the styles that Faith had taken in her size. In the changing room, Mouse stared at her reflection. Whoa. Underwear could do this? She decided to get a lot more of this type of underwear. She put her own clothes back on and headed out to get some different stuff.
Faith
Faith went browsing around a few more racks and she grabbed a few more french cuts. She looked around to see Mouse browsing and smiled, hoping Mouse was feeling better now.
Mouse
Mouse still felt bad, but it was buried under her pleasure at shopping with the two other girls. This was normal as well. Normal was good. And besides, spending money was fun. She flashed Faith a big smile and a cheery wave.
Faith
"Hey Mouse, heads up!" Faith tossed her a black lacy push up bra. "It'll go under the new shirt!"
She went back to browsing, grabbed more items before she stopped short at the sight of a black night gown. "Oh... I like that." She grabbed it and took it into her change rooms.
Mouse
Mouse looked at the bra and shrugged. Well, Faith's the teacher here...she went and tried it on. Hmm. Interesting. Yes, that was a definite buy. Nightgowns? She grabbed a few styles she liked, usually white silk, long and flowing but very very sexy on. That was about it for her here, she thought and headed towards the counter to pay.
Shakira
"Oh yeah," Shakira said. "Guess what? Lorne's going to sing with me tonight! We're going to do some songs together. It's so funny how he's able to get up and sing, because everybody assumes he's just another novelty, like Blue Man Group."
End - as written by Nessa
They finished their ice-creams and went about shopping, picking up a lot more clothes and costing the cats a lot more money. Faith hoped that this was helping Mouse, and besides, even if this didn't work, she'd just kick Taylor in the seat of his pants.