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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 20, 2009 19:45:42 GMT -5
Markise gave a light knock at the entrance to the fitting rooms on his way back. "I've got shoes," he said, then called out the size he'd guessed. He was usually spot-on, though it had taken him longer to learn girls' sizes. "Can I come in?" He could just imagine Ariel snorting from across the room. No, Markise didn't have any interest, but the girl didn't know that, and he'd rather it stayed that way.
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Post by Layne Razz on Sept 20, 2009 19:49:22 GMT -5
Layne heard Markise from her dressing room and turned, "Oh, I'm over here." She said, lowering her toes so that her feet her at gorund level again. Then she walked over, "This dress is great isn't it!" She almost did a small twirl when she realized that number one, she wasn't five and number two, this dress wasn't long enough to be a twirly dress.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 20, 2009 20:33:23 GMT -5
Markise grinned and gave a practiced look of appreciation. "It wasn't until you put it on," he teased. It really did flatter her. He held up the pair of shoes he'd found, red and white with black soles and modest heels that would add color and set the dress off. "Try these," he suggested.
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Post by Layne Razz on Sept 20, 2009 21:13:20 GMT -5
Even though she knew that he probably said that to all of his customers, Layne smiled at the flattery. Then she looked at the shoes he was holding, and bit her lip in a smile. Those were really pretty and matched the dress wonderfully. "With pleasure," She said as he told her to try them. Putting them on, she felt like Cinderella, they even fit wonderfully. So, with the clothes on, shoes on, and the confidence blooming while wearing them, Layne struck a pose and playfully asked, "How do I look?"
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 20, 2009 21:19:20 GMT -5
Markise took the time to look Layne over, slowly, as he reminded himself for the millionth time that he was playing straight. Then he let out a low whistle. His eyes rose again, laughing lightly. "Fantastic," he said. He was a natural flirt and always had been. It was harmless fun and everyone felt better for it. Besides, she did look good.
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Post by Layne Razz on Sept 20, 2009 21:27:37 GMT -5
Layne grinned, "Thanks. Well, I guess I better get changed so I can actually buy it now." She looked in the closest mirror to see herself in it again. Changing into her old weekend clothes now seemed to boring. Oh well, she would just need to get back to the dorm and find an occasion to wear it again! She excused herself to go into the dressing room where she changed back into her normal clothes. Coming back out, she had the merchandise she was going to buy in her hand and the clothes that were rejects neatly hung back up on the hangers or folded up.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 20, 2009 21:51:54 GMT -5
Markise would clear out the dressing room after the girl left. He was far too excited by the amount of clothing she was buying, and on second thought, maybe the dressing room could wait until he'd shared that excitement with Ariel. The shop had done so horribly last year, and now people were coming in! He wouldn't argue it. He kept up polite talk, slipping in compliments where he could, as he rang up the girl's purchases, folding them neatly into boxes and bags.
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Post by Layne Razz on Sept 20, 2009 22:04:19 GMT -5
When he was done ringing it all up, Layne paid for her new clothes with the money from her mom plus half of what she carried in her wallet. It was totally worth it though. These would last a while and therefore be good quality pieces that were a good buy. She knew that her mom would want to hear about these buys, so Layne was already thinking about how to rephrase it all so it seemed like she bought less then she actually did.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 20, 2009 22:12:41 GMT -5
Markise slipped a card into the last bag with the store information, and the other services offered, then saw the girl out. He doubted she'd ever need something custom-designed for her, and considering how things had gone, he doubted she'd need a personal shopper either, but if there was a chance she might tell someone, it was worth it.
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