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Post by Mia Schumacher on Dec 19, 2010 1:13:36 GMT -4
[/b] 545 Song: Rude Boy - Rihanna Notes: Rude girl is more like it. She's not as horribly shallow as she seems, well, she is. But she's a little more likeable than that, maybe >> Credit: Me. [/size][/font][/ul] |
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Post by Liam Burrow on Dec 19, 2010 20:13:42 GMT -4
"All I really asked for was a shirt that wasn't ripped in fifteen different places." Liam shrugged his massive shoulders, sitting back in the chair as he looked up at the woman who was trying to hand him a shirt while he sat in the dressing room, devoid of a shirt, with his arms crossed over his chest. "Sensibly, why would I buy a shirt already riddled with holes if I still need to use it and don't want it to fall apart?" The woman looked confused for a moment, trying to rationalize her way through it while still trying to get the sale to him. "What you need is a shirt that will be able to show off your..impressive arms, while still keeping them a secret..It's a way to show off your body while still keep things to the imagination!" The grin that spread across her face let Liam know that she thought she had said precisely the right thing. Liam slowly stood up, towering over her, and revealing that he was actually wearing a pair of boxers, not small shorts like she had first thought. Her eyes kept wandering down as he let a long silence pass between them, his muscles flexing back and forth as he shifted from foot to foot. He let the silence become even more awkward. "So you're telling me to buy a shirt with holes in it so that people can look at me and see parts of my body and imagine the other ones that they can't see?" His voice was so carefully neutral that she nodded her head vigorously, glad that he had finally caught up.
Liam blinked slowly, glaring at her. "No. I'm not a female, I don't need to fool people and give them little 'tastes' of my skin nor do I need to buy a shirt for this amount of money anyway. Thank you and please get out of my stall." The woman left rather reluctantly while Liam closed the door and pulled his jeans back on and his long sleeved brown shirt. He pushed his hands through his hair, making it stick up while he pulled his sister's old purse over his shoulder, which held his cell phone and money. He wasn't sure why other men didn't carry purses around; they were actually quite useful. He picked up the small pair of earrings that he had settled on buying, putting them on the counter. He pulled his purse down his shoulder and pulled out a ten dollar bill, handing it over to the woman behind the counter. She looked up at him warily, partially angry that he didn't buy the shirt and partially angry that he was just buying a pair of earrings. "Is there a problem?" Liam was asking ,actually concerned that there was a problem. But the woman twisted it out of proportion, her face slowly getting red. "Yes there is a problem! You can't just swoop in here and get mad at me for offering you a holey shirt and then buy a pair of earrings but then really-" Liam lost interest quickly and took his small bag, leaving the store with the woman yelling behind him, something about commissions. Liam continued out of the store, carrying his small bag with him.
Liam wasn't particularly paying attention, looking straight ahead at nothing as he was walking along when he felt something slap against his hand. It wasn't a big deal, but it startled him so he looked down at the distraction to see a small girl who had dropped her bags. He blinked a few times.
"I wouldn't say you were clumsy. Neither of us were really paying attention, to be honest." He said while picking up her things and returning the bags to her. "Though I'm more at fault because I have to find presents for my sisters and have no idea what to get." He paused, looking down at her. "Hey...you're a girl..can you help me?" Thank you, Mr. Tact.
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