001. she'll open the door // open post.

[thetalavega]

Take a prompt, take your time, post whatever you like.

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[thetalavega]

[She breezes out of her own car, and waits until Yulia's out before locking it. Then clicking off.

How the hell does a girl move that fast in six-inch heels? That is the question, indeed.]

Since we're pressed for time, I guess we'll have to save a wardrobe revamping date for another time.

[SIGH.]

[bostova]

I do not think that is necessary.

[ She catches up easily enough, but she does wonder how anyone can actually move in those heels. ]

[thetalavega]

Of COURSE it is! Just not now.

[Yeah, she is not taking no for an answer.]

[bostova]

[ Well okay fine (she hopes that time never comes) she will just roll with this. ]

W-well, where exactly are we headed first?

[thetalavega]

Hmm~

[Looking around, looking around --

-- and them boom, she's taking your arm and pretty much leading you over to the first shop.

Personal space, whut. Tala Vega don't do that shit.]

Here we go! Perfect.

[bostova]

[ She's regretting getting in the car with Tala Vega, now. Or at least, partly. What has she gotten herself into??

The shop was big and colorful. And it looked expensive. ]

Should we even be here?

[ In hindsight, that was the dumbest question she asked. ]

[thetalavega]

Don't you mean to say "Where has this been all my life?!"

[This is Forever 21, bitch! :D]

C'mon, let's go for things that are a little closer to your style.

[Because apparently, you have a style and Tala knows what it is.]

[bostova]

What style?

[ Yulia is so confused right now. ]

[thetalavega]

You'll see! Come on, come on~

[Because there is actually a section of the store that doesn't look obnoxiously flowery or along the lines of "Yeah we are trying too hard", in Tala's opinion.]

[bostova]

[ Oh, alright :T She lets Tala drag her off, reminding herself that this is for Brianna, and she has to look presentable, at least. Besides, if she gets too uncomfortable, the word 'No' exists for that reason. ]

[thetalavega]

Here we are!

[A little sing-song, as she's finally planting you in front of... a lot of racks and shelves full of clothes.]

Point out the colors that are a definite no-no, or colors that are totally YES, and I'll do the rest~

[bostova]

[ It helps, at least, that they're arranged by color.

She points, without hesitation, at the warm colors: the bright reds, the yellows and oranges, bright greens: ] No. Definitely no.

[thetalavega]

[Sweeping a critical eye, and then nodding. From the expression on your face, you'd think that you guys were picking out gear for a major operation.]

Yeah, those are WAY too loud. How about shades that you'd actually be okay with wearing?

[bostova]

[ Brianna's party is serious business, okay.

She points at the darker colors-- not really far off from the colors she usually wears. ]

I don't mind those, I guess.

[thetalavega]

Hmm... you'll definitely need lighter accents, though, if you're going for dark stuff as your base. Layers are totally in.

[Oh yeah!]

If you really don't end up liking anything here, there are SO many other shops to choose from. Okay?

[bostova]

I... okay.

[ Fuck. There are more shops. Fuck. ]

But what am I supposed to look for, exactly? For- for Brianna's party.

[thetalavega]

Really, REALLY good clubbing gear! You know, high boots, flattering stuff on your body, sexy things.

[Pointing to a bunch of things as examples. They don't look very practical...]

[bostova]

[ And that is exactly what she says: ]

Those do not look so practical. [ Squint. Point. ] How do you even wear that?

[thetalavega]

Club clothes are RARELY practical, but the look wonderful.

[It doesn't bother her at all, nope.]

Besides, I'll teach you how to wear them!

[Yes, she's going into the dressing room with you.]

[bostova]

[ Well, okay, if she needs to show her how that...needs to be put on, sure? She trusts Tala that much, at least. ]

It doesn't look like it would cover much.

[thetalavega]

Some if doesn't on purpose. I mean, it's all about being hot and awesome on the dance floor, or just in the area!

[AND THAT REMINDS HER...]

Oh, that means that we're going to have to get new lingerie for you too~

[bostova]

I... am not sure I like this. [ She just wants to look decent, not uncomfortable!

But she's totally okay with new lingerie. ]

...Just nothing with frills.

[thetalavega]

Okay! Frills are overrated anyway.

[And going back to the stand, expertly flipping out five different items for you. Give her a bit: she's holding each one out to you with a critical look.]

Yeah, these are TOTALLY your size. Come along, then!

[Aaaand taking your arm. It's dressing room time!]

[bostova]

[ So she gets dragged to the dressing room, a little baffled at how Tala seems to just be able to pick and choose clothes with just one look (Yulia takes forever, that is, if she even bothers to go out and actually, seriously buy clothes).

But she has to comment on one of the things Tala took with her. ]

That skirt, isn't it too short?

[thetalavega]

If we pair it with an awesomely long pair of boots, it won't matter!

[And stepping into the dressing room with you now after sending a beatific smile at the clerks, pulling the door shut behind you both, and matter-of-factly hanging up the items on the hook.]

Strip.