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Title: Shopping
Author: Kennedy
Summary: Glinda and Elphie and shopping oh my!
Type your cut contents here.Shopping
Disclaimer: It’s Greg, Steve, Winnie and L. Frank’s sandbox, I’m just playing in it for a bit.
Snick. No. Snick. No. Snick. No. Snick…YES! Finally the perfect dress!
“Oh Elphie! This one!” She squealed with delight.
The dress was frilly, girly, fashionable, and lavender.
She would loathe this.
Elphaba looked.
“Uh-“ She pretended to think, “NO!”
“Yes!”
“NO!”
“She’ll take it!” Galinda told the bewildered store clerk.
“Fine,” Elphaba grumbled with a sly grin before revealing the dress she’d chosen for Galinda. “And she’ll take this.”
The dress was plain, conservative, black and so last season. In short, it was sweet revenge.
The two girls laughed as they each traded their old clothes for the new ones. Elphaba was the first to step out of her dressing room; somewhat less than comfortable in her perky outfit that seemed to be the epitome of “Galindafication”, but she ignored the awkwardness of the bright color and waited patiently for Galinda to finish.
“Elphie, I know that at some point I must have mentioned that black is decidedly not my color.”
“Black is this year’s pink,” Elphie replied dryly, doubting that there was a color in any spectrum that Galinda couldn’t manage to look perfect in.
“This is punishment isn’t it?” The blonde whined as she pulled at the latch on her stall.
“Fair’s fair. You picked my dress and I picked yours.”
“I’m never taking you shopping again.”
“I doubt it.”
“I’m not!”
“Would you just get out here!”
The door finally swung open and out stepped Galinda, clad in ebony down to her knees.
Her golden curls hung over her shoulders in stark contrast to the silky material of the dress.
“I look like I’m going to a funeral,” she grumped.
It was true that black was not a color one would readily associate with the vivacious blonde, but it couldn’t be said that she looked anything less than incredible in it. Even Elphaba, who had no eye for fashion whatsoever (or so Galinda said), could see that.
“Fiyero is gonna flip when he sees you,” Elphaba assured her.
“Really?”
“Positive. I should pick you’re clothes more often.”
“Don’t you dare,” Galinda warned.
The store clerk watched in bemusement as the two walked out of her shop, shaking their head as they and their lighthearted bickering disappeared into the crowded street.
Author: Kennedy
Summary: Glinda and Elphie and shopping oh my!
Type your cut contents here.Shopping
Disclaimer: It’s Greg, Steve, Winnie and L. Frank’s sandbox, I’m just playing in it for a bit.
Snick. No. Snick. No. Snick. No. Snick…YES! Finally the perfect dress!
“Oh Elphie! This one!” She squealed with delight.
The dress was frilly, girly, fashionable, and lavender.
She would loathe this.
Elphaba looked.
“Uh-“ She pretended to think, “NO!”
“Yes!”
“NO!”
“She’ll take it!” Galinda told the bewildered store clerk.
“Fine,” Elphaba grumbled with a sly grin before revealing the dress she’d chosen for Galinda. “And she’ll take this.”
The dress was plain, conservative, black and so last season. In short, it was sweet revenge.
The two girls laughed as they each traded their old clothes for the new ones. Elphaba was the first to step out of her dressing room; somewhat less than comfortable in her perky outfit that seemed to be the epitome of “Galindafication”, but she ignored the awkwardness of the bright color and waited patiently for Galinda to finish.
“Elphie, I know that at some point I must have mentioned that black is decidedly not my color.”
“Black is this year’s pink,” Elphie replied dryly, doubting that there was a color in any spectrum that Galinda couldn’t manage to look perfect in.
“This is punishment isn’t it?” The blonde whined as she pulled at the latch on her stall.
“Fair’s fair. You picked my dress and I picked yours.”
“I’m never taking you shopping again.”
“I doubt it.”
“I’m not!”
“Would you just get out here!”
The door finally swung open and out stepped Galinda, clad in ebony down to her knees.
Her golden curls hung over her shoulders in stark contrast to the silky material of the dress.
“I look like I’m going to a funeral,” she grumped.
It was true that black was not a color one would readily associate with the vivacious blonde, but it couldn’t be said that she looked anything less than incredible in it. Even Elphaba, who had no eye for fashion whatsoever (or so Galinda said), could see that.
“Fiyero is gonna flip when he sees you,” Elphaba assured her.
“Really?”
“Positive. I should pick you’re clothes more often.”
“Don’t you dare,” Galinda warned.
The store clerk watched in bemusement as the two walked out of her shop, shaking their head as they and their lighthearted bickering disappeared into the crowded street.