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[betagainstme]

Alice skips into Milliways with a stack of magazines, advertising a variety of prom dresses. She hops onto a stool and pulls out a pen, circling dresses from Milan, Paris, New York City.

It looks like she might be trying to buy prom dresses for the entire population of Forks, Seattle and Port Angeles combined. And...seeing as it's Alice...she just

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[themidnightson]

Edward, looking annoyed, but only so much, as it is Alice, had appeared next to her, with his back against the bar. "Tell me you're picking out Rosalie's, too, and I won't have to deal with a month of both of you doing this, again."

[betagainstme]

"I'm allowed to narrow it down to twenty possible dresses for Rose." Alice says, barely glancing at him. "She is going to narrow it down from that."

[themidnightson]

"And then you'll go into whether it needs alternations and additions, or color changing, and the matching shoes and hair things," Edward rolled his eyes. Oh, high school, how you are a taxing pain to his poor limbic system and neocortex.

[betagainstme]

"At least we handle it all and don't force you to do anything other than try it on and show up." Alice tosses the pen at his head. "Stop complaining and let me play dress up with you."

[betagainstme]

"Isn't it?" Alice peers at it. "It's from Milan."

[betagainstme]

"Yeah, but you give up comfort for fashion." Alice grins. "Hi, I'm Alice."

[parkerlee]

A girl in jeans, a button-down shirt, and a dark brown cowboy hat accepts a glass of iced tea from Bar, and glances over at the magazines as she stirs in sugar.

She leans over a bit to get a closer look.

"Oh, that one would look gorgeous on you," Parker says, indicating a dress in a rich wine color.

[betagainstme]

"I like your hat." Alice says, in reply. It's not really a good reply but it reminds her of Jasper and that's always a good thing.

"And thank you, I really like that one. It's on my list I'm narrowing down."

[parkerlee]

Parker grins.

"Thanks."

It's a new look, thanks to the new job.

"What's the occasion?" she asks, nodding at the array of glossy pages spread out on Bar.

[betagainstme]

"Junior/Senior Prom." Alice beams at her.

[mogget_cat]

There was a time when clothing wouldn't have been of interest to him. But since then he's been taken shopping, and the whole culture of what one wears, how that defines who one is (or at least, who one presents oneself to be), has piqued his interest.

Though he had merely intended to pass by, the magazine caught Yrael's eye in the mere space of a glance, and held him fast.

[betagainstme]

"Yrael." Alice smiles without turning around. "How are you?"

[mogget_cat]

"Quite well, myself," he says, smiling. "Summer is nearly here."

A bit slow, in the pseudo-Scottish highlands, but still on its way. There is plenty of sun to nap in, yet.

"And yourself?"

[betagainstme]

"It's spring at home. I love it." Alice stretches. "I'm doing great. Prom's soon."

[jane_becomes]

Jane sits beside her and smiles,

"Is there going to be a ball?"

[betagainstme]

"Prom. It's like a ball but...much less decor. Instead, we just wear ridiculous dresses and dance and gossip--" She breaks off. "Nope, it's exactly like a ball."

[jane_becomes]

"It sounds rather marvelous. Which dresses are for you?"

[betagainstme]

"I'm thinking something short. Flashy. I am in the mood to shock and awe." Alice grins. "The long ones are for my sister. She likes long dresses. They just make me look short."

A beat.

"Shorter."