Fic: Pink Aisle of Doom (Matt, Mohinder and Molly mentioned, PG)
Author: hiddenfantasy
Title: Pink Aisle of Doom
Characters: Matt, Molly and Mohinder mentioned
Summary: Matt goes shopping for Molly's Christmas present.
Rating: PG (for language)
Notes: I had a similar experience today at work and thought it would translate well for a new dad shopping for his daughter. It's my first time writing anything Heroes related so I can only hope this does my favorite show justice! Also, this is for my friend mosaic who is in a bit of a funk and needs a bit of cheering up.
The aisle was pink. The whole freaking aisle was pink! How could one aisle have that much pink in it?! Matt stared in horror at the Pink Aisle of Doom. How the hell was he supposed to find Molly's Christmas present in this whole mess of pink? Matt looked to his left and then to his right. What the hell was the difference between a Bratz and a Barbie? Why the hell did they dress like they would blow you for a cool 50? There was no way in hell that he was going to get Molly a doll that resembled anything close to the prostitutes he had to deal with in LA. Why couldn't his daughter want something easy, like a stuffed dog? Why did she want one of these dolls?
Matt turned to his left and stared at long line of Barbies that lined the aisle. What was the difference between Fairytopia Barbie and Island Princess Barbie? They were essentially the same damn thing! Except for the wings. And why the hell was the frickin' Barbie $20.99?! Who in their right mind would pay such a hefty load for a doll that would be forgotten in the span of two months? Oh. Right. He would. Why? Because Molly had him wrapped around her finger. Matt sighed heavily and turned to the right.
Now he faced the Bratz. Where the hell were the noses on these damn dolls? Why the hell were they called Bratz? And who in the hell thought that dressing the dolls in short skirts and halter tops was a good idea? Matt reached out to grab a doll then stopped. Holy shit. There was more than one type of Bratz? Bratz Kidz? Bratz Babyz? Oh Christ. He was in hell. He was in a pink hell surrounded by dolls that mocked his very existence.
"Excuse me, sir? You're looking a bit lost. Can I help you find anything?"
Matt turned to the sound of the voice and smiled at the young woman standing next to him. Oh, thank God. "I'm more than a bit lost." He chuckled.
"What can I help you find?"
"A doll."
The sales woman smiled. "That narrows it down. What were you leaning towards? Barbie or Bratz?" The wife must be shopping elsewhere if she sent him down this aisle by himself.
Matt grinned ruefully, picking up on the woman's thoughts. "I have no idea."
"Well...what does your daughter prefer?"
"Uhh..." That was as close to a response as Matt could get. He vaguely recalled what Molly had pointed out when she all but dragged him and Mohinder down this aisle of doom last month.
Poor guy. He's overwhelmed. Wait until he learns about Polly Pocket, Yummi-Land dolls and Littlest Pet Shop. "All right. How about an easier question? What were you thinking of spending on a doll?"
"How expensive can one doll get?"
"I've seen some go up to around 50 dollars, give or take."
"You're shitting me."
"Unfortunately not." The sales woman smiled. "I'm guessing you're not wanting to go any where close to that."
"No. I love my daughter but I cannot justify spending over 25 dollars for one doll."
"That's understandable." She paused for a moment. "I recommend Barbie over Bratz, especially if you're not sure what your daughter wants. If she's more for princesses and fairy tales, I'd go for the Island Princess dolls. Or, if she's more fashion oriented, the Fashion Fever dolls are going like hot cakes lately."
Matt eyed the Fashion Fever dolls. He didn't trust some of the outfits those Barbies were dressed in. "I'll take one of those Princess Barbies."
"You have one more choice to make." Two dolls were being held out to him. "Rosella or Luciana."
"The dolls have names?" How much more complicated could this get?
"Mattel has been releasing Barbie movies. With every movie she plays a different character and they certainly can't have every character named Barbie, so now they name 'em. I'm partial to the Luciana one myself." Ten bucks says he picks the Rosella because she's blonde.
"Luciana it is then." Matt plucked the Barbie from the sale clerk. "Thanks so much for your help. I think I would've died from pink overexposure."
"No problem. Just doing my job. I hope your daughter likes her gift. Anything else I can help you with?"
"Nope. I think that's it."
"All right. Happy Holidays and thanks for shopping!"
Matt watched the sales clerk wander off to find the next lost soul in the seventh circle of hell, the toy department. He turned his eyes to the Barbie in his hands. Next year, Mohinder was doing the shopping.
Title: Pink Aisle of Doom
Characters: Matt, Molly and Mohinder mentioned
Summary: Matt goes shopping for Molly's Christmas present.
Rating: PG (for language)
Notes: I had a similar experience today at work and thought it would translate well for a new dad shopping for his daughter. It's my first time writing anything Heroes related so I can only hope this does my favorite show justice! Also, this is for my friend mosaic who is in a bit of a funk and needs a bit of cheering up.
The aisle was pink. The whole freaking aisle was pink! How could one aisle have that much pink in it?! Matt stared in horror at the Pink Aisle of Doom. How the hell was he supposed to find Molly's Christmas present in this whole mess of pink? Matt looked to his left and then to his right. What the hell was the difference between a Bratz and a Barbie? Why the hell did they dress like they would blow you for a cool 50? There was no way in hell that he was going to get Molly a doll that resembled anything close to the prostitutes he had to deal with in LA. Why couldn't his daughter want something easy, like a stuffed dog? Why did she want one of these dolls?
Matt turned to his left and stared at long line of Barbies that lined the aisle. What was the difference between Fairytopia Barbie and Island Princess Barbie? They were essentially the same damn thing! Except for the wings. And why the hell was the frickin' Barbie $20.99?! Who in their right mind would pay such a hefty load for a doll that would be forgotten in the span of two months? Oh. Right. He would. Why? Because Molly had him wrapped around her finger. Matt sighed heavily and turned to the right.
Now he faced the Bratz. Where the hell were the noses on these damn dolls? Why the hell were they called Bratz? And who in the hell thought that dressing the dolls in short skirts and halter tops was a good idea? Matt reached out to grab a doll then stopped. Holy shit. There was more than one type of Bratz? Bratz Kidz? Bratz Babyz? Oh Christ. He was in hell. He was in a pink hell surrounded by dolls that mocked his very existence.
"Excuse me, sir? You're looking a bit lost. Can I help you find anything?"
Matt turned to the sound of the voice and smiled at the young woman standing next to him. Oh, thank God. "I'm more than a bit lost." He chuckled.
"What can I help you find?"
"A doll."
The sales woman smiled. "That narrows it down. What were you leaning towards? Barbie or Bratz?" The wife must be shopping elsewhere if she sent him down this aisle by himself.
Matt grinned ruefully, picking up on the woman's thoughts. "I have no idea."
"Well...what does your daughter prefer?"
"Uhh..." That was as close to a response as Matt could get. He vaguely recalled what Molly had pointed out when she all but dragged him and Mohinder down this aisle of doom last month.
Poor guy. He's overwhelmed. Wait until he learns about Polly Pocket, Yummi-Land dolls and Littlest Pet Shop. "All right. How about an easier question? What were you thinking of spending on a doll?"
"How expensive can one doll get?"
"I've seen some go up to around 50 dollars, give or take."
"You're shitting me."
"Unfortunately not." The sales woman smiled. "I'm guessing you're not wanting to go any where close to that."
"No. I love my daughter but I cannot justify spending over 25 dollars for one doll."
"That's understandable." She paused for a moment. "I recommend Barbie over Bratz, especially if you're not sure what your daughter wants. If she's more for princesses and fairy tales, I'd go for the Island Princess dolls. Or, if she's more fashion oriented, the Fashion Fever dolls are going like hot cakes lately."
Matt eyed the Fashion Fever dolls. He didn't trust some of the outfits those Barbies were dressed in. "I'll take one of those Princess Barbies."
"You have one more choice to make." Two dolls were being held out to him. "Rosella or Luciana."
"The dolls have names?" How much more complicated could this get?
"Mattel has been releasing Barbie movies. With every movie she plays a different character and they certainly can't have every character named Barbie, so now they name 'em. I'm partial to the Luciana one myself." Ten bucks says he picks the Rosella because she's blonde.
"Luciana it is then." Matt plucked the Barbie from the sale clerk. "Thanks so much for your help. I think I would've died from pink overexposure."
"No problem. Just doing my job. I hope your daughter likes her gift. Anything else I can help you with?"
"Nope. I think that's it."
"All right. Happy Holidays and thanks for shopping!"
Matt watched the sales clerk wander off to find the next lost soul in the seventh circle of hell, the toy department. He turned his eyes to the Barbie in his hands. Next year, Mohinder was doing the shopping.