Shopping! (George)

[Carleigh Davidson]

Humming along with the music in the background, Carleigh was nearly skipping and dragging her friend George along for the ride. She had a couple of bags strung around her wrist, dangling as she happily continued. The mall was her haven. Somehow, the blonde managed to persuade her begrudging friend to spend the afternoon, shopping for whatever caught their attention. She had a few new patterned skirts to celebrate the upcoming spring, so far, and was trying to get George to buy some new stuff... not including hats.

She giggled at the thought, shaking her head. Nope, they weren't leaving until something else caught her eye. Carleigh paused in front of the more popular teen stores, eyeing the mannequins. "You want to go in?" she asked, turning to face her friend with a smile. Of course, the blonde wasn't going to force anything, but she liked to consider herself a matchmaking wizard between clothes and her friends.

"You would look so cute in something like that." Carleigh added, gesturing over towards the one mannequin, wearing a leather circle skirt. Was George a skirt person? Probably not.

[Georgina Speer]

Though skipping was one of George's favourite methods of transporting her body, she would not join her friend in the sport of doing so. She didn't understand what enjoyment could entail from looking at clothes and being like 'that looks cute, it does' before going into a changing room, trying on anything vaguely attractive and leaving with like, a bracelet and a scarf. Why?!

But hats were where its at, man. Don't diss.

Carleigh pointed out a new, different, fun, exciting, blah, blah, blah store and George glanced at it, and considered her question. Her answer should have been obvious: "If they will be hats, then yes." She said, pushing her fedora onto her head as she did. If the blonde girl wanted to avoid hats, she was going to have a hard time doing so. George was very good at finding them.

She knew Carleigh was just being her lovely, fluffy self and she wanted to be more... un-nonchalant about the whole experience, but she couldn't help it. The British girl glanced at the skirt pointed out to her and raised an eyebrow, "When was the last time you saw me in anything remotely skirt-like?" She owned no dresses and a single black skirt which she wore probably once. It was hiding somewhere in her drawers. "How can you wear skirts? You just invite everyone to pull them up and look at your bum."

Because that was the purpose of skirts, of course.

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh thought about it for a moment, nodding. If she remembered correctly, there was a section near the back with a bunch of different colours beanies, at least. Maybe other choices. She was about to say a comment about George and all her hats, but realized she was no better with all her skirts and dresses.

Though, that didn't make Carleigh's confidence or determination waver. She had gone shopping with Liv and managed to get the girl into it more than before. She had convinced many friends over the years about the joys in shopping and finding a great deal.

Looping her arm through George's, Carleigh grinned at her friend. "I've never seen you in a skirt! But they're so in for spring. There's so many different styles." She gushed, before giving her friend a puzzled look. "Never have I ever had someone pull up my skirt!" Carleigh lightly nudged her with her shoulder, shaking her head with a giggle. 

"They're cute." She argued back, as the two girls entered the store. 

[Georgina Speer]

George laughed in her head at the idea of her being in a skirt. They seemed like too much hassle, and ugh. Effort? No thanks. If Carleigh could manage to get her in even one of the stupid things, she would be amazed. And would have the ability to fly, because it was a ridiculous idea.

And why did fashion have 'seasons'? Like, seriously. If she did buy skirt (not that she was even considering it for a moment... no - if she were to do such a thing, she would probably be ironic and wear it in winter. 'Cause yolo. "If skirts are 'so in', that means they are inside, for example, inside a box, so I will let them stay there. Because they are, as you stated, 'in'." Plus, its not like the weather would bother her (in a skirt). The cold wasn't an issue.

"Not yet you haven't." George was optimistic, but she knew there were idiots in the world. She felt like it would happen to her dear friend at least once, and when it did, she would have the ability to turn around and say, "I told you so bitch!" ...nah, she wouldn't call her friend a bitch. But she was only joking, anyway. If someone pulled up Carleigh's skirt, George would shout awkward words at them until the left and never returned. Awh yeah, badass right here.

George stepped into the threshold of the shop and physically shivered. "Kittens are cute, but you don't see me trying to wear them." Who would wear a cat, anyway? Animal cruelty, much. Anyway, the crazy girl would have been veering off to the hats that she had spotted with her spidey-hat-senses, had her arm not been looped into Carleigh's. She gave the accessories a longing look and turned back to a nearby skirt-like object. It was weird. Like, was that pleated? And it was pink. George didn't like pink. She put a hand on it and lifted the fabric awkwardly, "Why would you wear this?"

Sometimes, she forgot that her dear friend was a cheerleader. Ah, well.

[Carleigh Davidson]

Good naturedly, Carleigh rolled her eyes at her friend's logic. Sure, skirts weren't for everyone, but she had to try at least once. It had been enough of a struggle getting George to go to the mall with her... maybe pushing skirts on her was a little too soon.

"No. Skirts are in fashion, which means they should be worn on legs. Show them off. And they're so cute." Carleigh gushed, practically dying with all of the skirts on display around her. Circle skirts. A-line skirts. Maxi skirts. Pencil skirts. Mini skirts. It was heaven for the blonde. She grabbed one covered with anchors, holding it up to her friend. "See? They even have quirky ones with cute patterns. There's literally a skirt for everyone."

She shook her head. "Nobody would even get close enough to touch me. I wouldn't allow for it to happen." Carleigh stated factually, nodding. Yepp yepp. If anyone tried to peek at her goods underneath, she would punch them. Or something like that. Maybe. "Plus, nobody would want to see what's underneath anyway."

"There's a reason patterns and designs exist." Carleigh countered, pointing to a tie dyed sweater with a picture of a cat on it. Cats were also a huge trend this season. "So you can wear kittens!" Not literally, though. That was a little too far. She turned to face George, victoriously smiling when she had turned her attention to a pleated pink skirt. If that didn't sum up Carleigh, she didn't know what would. The blonde frowned at her sentence, giggling. "Uh, George. I would wear that." In fact, she was sure she owned a similar skirt already.

[Georgina Speer]

"Really?" George said, her signature cheeky smirk curving on her lips, "I thought skirts were supposed to go around your hips, or your waist... but if you like to wear them on your legs, I can't stop you. You might look a bit silly though, I mean," She quickly pulled a random skirt off of a rack and pulled it up to her knees over her jeans, and then began walking around a bit with her legs wide and bent like a sumo wrestler, "This is pretty awkward."

She pulled the skirt off of her legs before it could possibly be pulled higher or something and hung it back up kind of wonky. She saw the anchor skirt and sighed over dramatically. "Of course there's a skirt for everyone. Mine's a very rare designer called 'Non-Existieant.'" She pronounced the made up brand in a French accent and went all uptight and posh. Rawrg.

George frowned, and then nodded acceptingly - Carleigh could get out the big guns if she felt threatened. Which probably meant shoving pom-poms in the attacker's face, but it would work. "Ah, but you are a pretttyyyy little flower!" She cupped Carleigh's face in one hand, and then pinched her cheek, "People would pay millions to have that face of yours." She frowned, "And I don't know, the world's a weird place." She would know that more than most people.

Oh. "...raaaah." She growled at the cat jumper - alright, fine, fashion, prove her wrong, she won't reap her revenge someday... although even George herself didn't know how she could reap her revenge on the whole fashion industry. There was probably one way or another. Like calling Moriarty or something.

Okay, she seriously needed to stop re-watching Sherlock.

The British girl glanced at Carleigh and then the skirt and went into humph mode, whole body slackening at the realization. The fabric left her fingers and she turned to her blonde friend. "Sooorrrryyyyyyyy." She was trying - she was! No matter what George said, and how she acted, it was an achievement to even get George in this part of the clothing store, even if she wouldn't try anything on. She looked at the different styles and colours and shit and turned back to Carleigh, "I don't even know about this stuff, maaan."

[Carleigh Davidson]

As soon as the words left her lips, Carleigh just knew that George was going to take it as literal. Nothing wrong with it, she loved her friend dearly and knew it was all for good fun. She shook her head, giggling at the sight of her friend before her. Had she know George was going to pull some moves like that, Carleigh would have whipped out her phone to capture pictures of the moment. "I didn't mean literally the legs. Like, I mean generally the bottom part of your body." On instinct, she reached out and straightened the skirt on the hanger, nodding when it was fixed.

She snorted at her friend's fake accent, garnering a few looks from other shoppers. Whatever. Carleigh gently nudged George again, laughing. "I promise I'll find you a cute skirt. What if it had patterned hats on it?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. It was a genuine question that Carleigh was interested in hearing the answer.

"A pretty little flower huh?" Carleigh grinned, spinning slightly, causing her skirt to flare slightly around her. Kind of reminded her of flower petals. She protested when George's pinched her cheeks, rubbing the spot after she took her hand away. "I think that's you." Except her friend didn't really remind her of a flower. She was more of... well, Carleigh didn't know. No metaphors came to her mind. "Maybe not a flower but you're a babe."

Slinging an arm around George's shoulder, Carleigh beamed at her friend. "It's okay darling, I'm just teasing you. I know it's not everyone's style." She would give up... for now... on the mission of buying George a skirt. "Maybe we should go to the shirts of accessories or somewhere else?" The blonde suggested, gesturing to each respective place.

[Georgina Speer]

"Sure you did, sugarcheeks." George watched as Carleigh fixed the skirt, and as soon as she was happy, the brunette turned to the side and fake coughed, "OCD." She 'hid' the word with her cough, but it was purposefully understandable.

She herself almost snorted in response to Carleigh's snort - that chiz was hilarious. But she did seriously consider the idea of a skirt with hats on it... she made a thinking face and scrunched up her features for a moment, before shrugging a little, "Maybe." Maybe? Maybe? Holy fudge balls, was she being converted to the dark side? Shudder shudder.

Pft, George was no flower. She knew this - she was not the 'pretty' type of girl. Granted, she wasn't ugly, and didn't consider herself to be ugly, but she wasn't a flower. She raised her eyebrows at her friend questioningly, "Because there's a flower out there that's... well, that's like me?" She patted Carleigh's shoulder, "Sure." When the girl revived her statement, George went into chav mode, hand on hip, pretending to chew gum, and with a terrible accent, "Awh, thanks babe, you're such a babe for callin' me a babe, babe." Babe-ity babe babe.

She rested her head a little on the blonde's shoulder and considered her options. Maybe she would get a skirt. Maybe. At some point. But not right now. She shrugged her shoulders, "Eh, you do what you want and I'll follow." She was the fashion expert here anyways, out of the two of them.

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh let George have that one, only shaking her head as a response. It would be pretty ridiculous if anyone decided to wear a skirt around the knees or something. She hummed underneath her breath as she fixed the skirt on the hanger, turning around to see George coughing into her arm along with 'OCD.' Lightly, Carleigh reached over and smacked her friend on the arm. "Oh, hush you. It was sticking out like a sore thumb! Had to be done."

Eyeing her friend, an optimistic smile spread across her lips. "Genuine question, no joke." She paused, grinning now. "It looked like you were seriously debating it! Oh, I am going to find or design you the perfect skirt. It'll have cute little bowler hats." Black hats... on a white skirt. Maybe Carleigh was letting her thoughts get a little carried away, since George hadn't explicitly said yes or no. She was just excited with the thought!

"There's not a flower out there that summarizes you. You're much better." Carleigh concluded with a gentle smile. She hoped that her initial statement hadn't caused her to seem rude or anything; George reminded Carleigh of... eh, screw metaphors. George was her crazy awesome friend and that's all that mattered. "You're George and don't need no flower describing you, babe." She began to giggle at her friend's 'chav' impersonation, her free arm clutching at her stomach as it ached from the laughter. "Oh god, I'm going to collapse!"

Patting George's shoulder, Carleigh nodded. "You've been a good girl, so let's go to the accessories." She said, bouncing along and leading the way over to the part of the store where the beloved hats were for George, and scarves for Carleigh. She beamed at her friend. "You were considering getting a skirt, which is like, the farthest I've ever convinced you. Here's the reward." She gestured to the hats around them, grinning from ear to ear.