RP: Flea Marketing
Date: October 6, 2011
Characters: Harley Jordan, Ariel Crabtree
Location: Flea Market
Status: Semi-Private
Summary: Shopping and catching up.
Completion: Incomplete
Cool thing about living down here was you could pretty much get away with sunglasses any time of the year. Harley plucked a pair of studded aviators off a table and put them on without any real intention of buying them, but just to see how they looked in her compact mirror. Not bad, but a little flashy for everyday. She turned and made a quick face at Ariel before she put them down, though.
They hadn't had a chance to do this for awhile, and Harley was enjoying herself. It was good to get a chance to catch up, and shopping was always fun, especially at flea markets. She didn't really care who knew that a big chunk of her wardrobe came secondhand--most of it was better than what you'd get for the same price at Forever 21 or wherever. And unlike Forever 21 she could wear the stuff more than once before it was shot. She did have a weakness for expensive jeans that made her ass look good, but not expensive enough to break her bank account or anything. After finally dropping the cash for her two classes this month, though, a flea market was just the ticket.
She moved to another table with jewelry, automatically going for the rings, her fingers itching as she picked up a stack of silver bands that each had a different inlaid pattern. "Is it possible have enough of these?"
Characters: Harley Jordan, Ariel Crabtree
Location: Flea Market
Status: Semi-Private
Summary: Shopping and catching up.
Completion: Incomplete
Cool thing about living down here was you could pretty much get away with sunglasses any time of the year. Harley plucked a pair of studded aviators off a table and put them on without any real intention of buying them, but just to see how they looked in her compact mirror. Not bad, but a little flashy for everyday. She turned and made a quick face at Ariel before she put them down, though.
They hadn't had a chance to do this for awhile, and Harley was enjoying herself. It was good to get a chance to catch up, and shopping was always fun, especially at flea markets. She didn't really care who knew that a big chunk of her wardrobe came secondhand--most of it was better than what you'd get for the same price at Forever 21 or wherever. And unlike Forever 21 she could wear the stuff more than once before it was shot. She did have a weakness for expensive jeans that made her ass look good, but not expensive enough to break her bank account or anything. After finally dropping the cash for her two classes this month, though, a flea market was just the ticket.
She moved to another table with jewelry, automatically going for the rings, her fingers itching as she picked up a stack of silver bands that each had a different inlaid pattern. "Is it possible have enough of these?"