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[Andi Thalis]

This wasn’t her scene.

On the other hand, she needed coffee.

Riding her motorcycle into town from school, the girl kept her eyes trained on the road behind her visor, ignoring wolf whistles from passing guys and looks on the street. She needed coffee like a baby needed its mother, but she didn’t want to go to the Kafe in town. Oh no, she needed toe good stuff.

She needed Starbucks.

She parked in the parking lot of the mall and took off her helmet, shaking out her mess of chocolate brown hair before unzipping her leather jacket. Dressed in a pink shirt, some skinny jeans, and boots, she hung her helmet from the handlebars and headed inside.

Ignoring the looks from passing people, she soon stood in front of the Starbucks counter, checking out the menu while the barista checked her out. “I’ll have a mocha, extra chocolate, easy on the vanilla cream,” she said, taking her wallet out and giving the man some money. In a few minutes, she had her coffee in the biggest size, sipping it as her eyes looked over the population.

She finally spotted an interesting store and walked in, sipping her coffee as her eyes lingered over clothes she wished she could buy at the moment.

[Isis Richmond]

Shopping. It was one of Isis's favorite pastimes, after sex and clubbing. After moving to The States, she'd been shopping only once yet, and it wasn't for anything she wanted. So here she was, in the parking lot of the small mall that Pilot Ridge called their very own. There weren't many shops to choose from, but there were a few that were quality. And there was a Starbucks, which was always a plus.

Isis opened the door, feeling a cool breeze blow her long blonde hair back out of her face as she walked in. The scents of Starbucks greeted her, bringing a smile to her face. There were a few people in line ahead of her, so she took a place behind a young adult female in a pink shirt, skinny jeans, and boots. Isis looked at the shirt, mentally scanning her closet, quite certain she had the same one.

Soon enough, it was her turn to order. A mocha coconut of the largest size was placed on the counter in front of her. The blonde walked out of the coffee shop and began walking, making it a short distance before turning into a store that seemed to be worthy of her time. Isis noted the girl from Starbucks browsing clothes before walking around, checking sizes on all things she found cute. She pulled a few tops and skirts off racks before walking in the direction of the dressing rooms. Turning around a shoe rack, she almost ran into the girl from the coffee shop. "Oh, I'm sorry." Much of her mocha coconut was gone now, so she hadn't spilled any on the girl. She hadn't even touched the girl, but that didn't stop her from apologizing.

ooc: COMPLETELY NOT A QUALITY REPLY. I apologize. My next will be better.

[Andi Thalis]

It wasn’t long before the brunette walked into another person and heard a soft apology. Luckily, both of their drinks were almost empty, so no harm was done to their clothes. Andi looked up into the girl’s eyes, noticing how big and pretty they were behind her glasses, before looking at her whole face. Collectively, the girl in front of her was very, very pretty, which made the brunette blink in surprise.

As a supporter of free love, Andi swung every which way under the rainbow, but never had she been so transfixed by a girl’s face before. “It’s not your fault,” she heard herself saying to the blonde, the corners of her lush mouth tilting upward in a smile. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking. I should be the one apologizing.”

Now, suddenly feeling a little awkward, which was unusual for the exploding-maniac, her eyes fell to the clothes the other girl held in her hand. They were cute, for sure, but some pieces were not what the motorcycle rider would wear on a daily basis. She looked at the racks and pulled some clothes off, looking at the blonde almost bashfully.

“You trying on clothes too?” she asked.

[Isis Richmond]

The brunette standing before Isis was... well, stunning. Her hair fell down a bit past her shoulders, her skin was tanned slightly, and her eyes were lovely. She had a lovely smile, as well. The blonde's eyes wandered down the opposite girl's body, taking in the curves and clothes. So the brunette didn't exactly have the same sense of style, but that didn't mean much. After all, half the time, Isis was dressed as a boy.

It might seem odd to those who didn't know her, but there was nothing weird about it to her. She took in the female in front of her as someone of sexual interest. Isis being who she was, could look at anyone as an item of sexual interest. Technically that would make her every sexuality there was, right? Isis could be a boy for a boy or a girl or a girl for a girl or a boy. Confusing? Maybe to some. Thing was, she was in girl form at the time and didn't know if the woman in front of her went for that. So instead of making a move, she just took in the slight blush of the other girl's cheeks as she apologized in return.

"Well, whoever's fault it was, at least the coffee didn't spill. I'm Isis." She would have held out her hand to shake if they weren't full of clothes and a coffee cup, so instead she waved as best as she could with an apologetic gleam in her green eyes. Isis nodded at the brunette's question and looked over at the dressing rooms, noting that there were only three, and two were full. Well... Sometimes things happen for a reason. Acting as though she wasn't interested at all in the sexual aspect behind the offer, Isis bit her lip and looked in an embarrassed manner toward the other girl. "We could share the room, if you want? The other girls looked like they had a lot of clothes to try on. I won't look, I promise." Isis giggled innocently and walked into the dressing room, setting her coffee and clothes on the bench and noted gratefully that there was only one full length mirror, on the door. The girl wouldn't be too uncomfortable changing in the same room, then, if there was no chance of sneaking a peak through a mirror.

[Andi Thalis]

“Isis…a very interesting name,” Andi said, keeping her tiny smile as the other girl waved. She followed the blonde to the dressing rooms and sighed, looking at the two who were full. Really? This was her lucky day, being sarcastic, of course. Then, the blonde suggested an idea that was totally out of the water, and it made Andi think long and hard.

“Um, sure, we can share,” Andi said softly before following the girl into the changing room, closing and locking the door behind her. She placed her clothes on a hook hanging from the wall and turned her back to the blonde, quickly shrugging off her leather jacket and her pink shirt before tugging on the corset halter top she had tugged off the rack. It was snug around the breasts, plumping them up a bit, and she turned to look at the blonde.

“How does this look?” she asked, turning in a twirl to show off for the other girl. She liked the shirt, more than she should have, considering she was only seventeen, but hell, she liked the look and feel of it.

[Isis Richmond]

"Well, I suppose it is. What's your name?" After all, if they were going to be undressing in the same room, they should know each others' names, right? The brunette seemed a bit reluctant to go into the dressing room with a stranger, but in the end decided to go. That was fair. Isis hadn't pressured or pushed on it, so she had no reason to feel guilty about it. The two walked into the room and closed the door.

The other girl wasted no time getting changed, and as the blonde had promised not to look, she turned away when she saw the leather jacket pulled off. Isis rifled through her choices but didn't have the chance to change before she heard the other girl's sweet voice. "How does this look?" Isis turned around and had to keep her eyes from popping out of her head. The shirt that the brunette wore defined her chest and barely hid anything. She didn't look bad in the least, but it was a daring choice of clothing.

The blonde tried desperately to formulate an acceptable response. If she only said that the shirt looks nice, the other girl might think she didn't care or was only saying so. But if she complimented the brunette's overall appearance and called her sexy, that might scare her off or make her think that Isis had only offered up sharing the dressing room for her own purposes. How to go about this situation without getting slapped, stormed out on, or making the other girl uncomfortable? The blonde swallowed and bit her lip, lamely offering up, "I like it. It looks nice."

After further inspection, Isis turned her head and looked in the mirror, unable to keep from saying more. "I'm sorry, that doesn't even cover it. You look hot in that, seriously." She sighed and shrugged, acting as though she hadn't just said that before gripping the bottom of her purple halter top and pulling it up over her head, not bothering to turn around. After all, she'd promised not to look. She hadn't promised not to show. Quickly, the blonde picked up a white top she'd chosen and pulled it on over her black bra.

A quick look in the mirror revealed that she quite liked the top on herself. Isis did a quick twirl and smiled at the brunette. "What do you think?"

[Andi Thalis]

“Andi. People call me Andi,” the woman stated with a smile, appreciating the blonde’s comments about the shirt she pulled on. “Thanks, Isis,” she said before unlacing the top and pulling it off, careful not to let the blonde see her chest. While Andi didn’t mind showing off her breasts, a nice size 32C, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and she felt a little embarrassed changing in front of the girl.

She pulled on her next selection, a leather jerkin-like vest that bared her navel and her waist above her jeans. When she heard Isis’s voice, she turned, still with the vest on, and looked the girl over in the white top.

“You look lovely,” she said with a smile, a bigger one than the tiny one shown outside; Andi wasn’t fond of big smiles. “It complements your skin tone very well, Isis.” She looked down at her vest and shrugged. “I don’t like this one a whole lot, but it fits nicely.” She turned just as she lowered the zipper and shrugged it off, instead putting on the other one.

The last two clothes she had were a pair of shorts and another halter top, so she slid out of her jeans and boots and pulled on the other clothes. “Hey Isis, could you tie the strings for me?” she asked softly, moving her chocolate hair out of the way, holding the two strings up for the blonde to tie for her.