Carrot Cake 14, Coffee 23: Perfect
Title: Perfect
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Carrot cake 14 (siver), coffee 23 (lace).
Word Count: 763
Rating: PG
Summary: Gina and Olivia shop for a wedding dress.
Notes: Silly fluff to counteract the last one. Clara is Aaron's wife.
"What do you think?" Gina pivoted on one toe with her best fashion-model flair, spreading the skirts of the deep red dress she wore to display them better. "Nice color, right?"
Olivia scrunched up her nose, a certain sign that she was trying to find the politest way to express her disapproval. "Yeah, it's a great color, but, um, the lace might be a bit much."
Gina, truth be told, was not very fond of the lace rimming the top and standing in for sleeves either. "Red lace doesn't really work, does it."
"Too Lady Gaga," Olivia agreed. "You really have to go white with-- is that black lace under the arms?"
"No, that's my bra." Another reason to discard this dress; if the lowest of her low-cut bras would show, she'd have to go braless to wear it, and she was not going to do that. "So no."
"No," Olivia said. "But it is a great color. Any others like that?"
"A few." Gina slipped back into the dressing cubicle and changed out of the lacey dress. "There's this one. I like the length." She tossed a sleeve over the door so Olivia could evaluate the color.
"Hmm." She could picture Olivia examining the sleeve, and then shrugging. "Why not? Try it on."
Gina smiled, in the privacy of the cubicle. "Not like anyone's forcing me to buy it."
"True that." The door shifted as Olivia leaned on it. "You know, Gina, I think you're the only person I know who went shopping for her wedding dress at Nordstrom's Rack."
"Quality product at half the cost," Gina said. It came out slightly muffled as she slipped the dress over her head. "I buy most of my clothes here. Why not my wedding dress? Anyway, Ivy's getting hers at a thrift shop. I think. I'm afraid to ask."
Olivia giggled. "I hope someone's going with her."
"Clara," Gina said. "She's pretty good at it. She won't let Ivy buy anything orange."
Both of them paused, Gina to get rid of the mental image that had inadvertantly brought up. Finally, Olivia said, "Has Ivy ever shown a predilection for wearing anything orange?"
"Bearing in mind that you've known her longer than me..." Gina adjusted the hang of the dress on her shoulders. "No, not to my knowledge. Can you zip me?"
"Sure." The door shifted again, and Gina opened it. She presented her back to Olivia, who zipped the dress up, still talking. "I didn't think she had. Give her credit for some fashion sense."
Gina shuddered artistically as soon as Olivia had finished with the zipper. "She wears Crocs, Livvy. She's officially past all help."
"She's a doctor," Olivia pointed out. "All doctors wear Crocs. Even the ones who are veterinarians and not people-doctors. My dad says they're the most comfortable shoes he's ever found."
There was still a little thrill of delight in Olivia's voice, every time she talked about her father. Gina smiled to hear it, then said, "Stop talking logic," and turned around. "What do you think?"
Olivia's eyebrows went up. "Nice."
The dress was a calf-length deep crimson that flattered Gina's complexion (and, she knew for a fact, made Ivy want to jump her), with a not-terribly-low sweetheart neckline and three-quarter sleeves in a concession to the fact that it was December and freezing, even in City Hall. With the right heels... "You think it could work?"
"I think it's the one," Olivia said, positively. "Flatters you, won't clash with Ivy's hair. Wear it with that black coat, it'll be perfect."
Gina blinked at her. "You mean the black coat I've had since junior year of college?"
"It's the only black coat you have, isn't it?" Olivia asked.
"Yeah," Gina said, rather doubtfully, "but it's ancient."
"It's still gorgeous."
It was older than her relationship with Ivy. In fact, Gina remembered suddenly, she'd been wearing it that day in the subway, when she'd lured Ivy home and plied her with hot chocolate. Ivy had had the world's worst cold, but she'd still managed to ask Gina out before the night was over. She'd been so impressed with Ivy's confidence that she'd said yes.
The fact that she'd been trying to seduce Ivy into a date for at least three months had probably had something to do with it. But mostly it had been Ivy's confidence.
And now here they were, ten years later to the month, getting married.
A delightful little shiver ran up her spine. "With the black coat," Gina said, and beamed. "You're right. It'll be perfect."
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Carrot cake 14 (siver), coffee 23 (lace).
Word Count: 763
Rating: PG
Summary: Gina and Olivia shop for a wedding dress.
Notes: Silly fluff to counteract the last one. Clara is Aaron's wife.
"What do you think?" Gina pivoted on one toe with her best fashion-model flair, spreading the skirts of the deep red dress she wore to display them better. "Nice color, right?"
Olivia scrunched up her nose, a certain sign that she was trying to find the politest way to express her disapproval. "Yeah, it's a great color, but, um, the lace might be a bit much."
Gina, truth be told, was not very fond of the lace rimming the top and standing in for sleeves either. "Red lace doesn't really work, does it."
"Too Lady Gaga," Olivia agreed. "You really have to go white with-- is that black lace under the arms?"
"No, that's my bra." Another reason to discard this dress; if the lowest of her low-cut bras would show, she'd have to go braless to wear it, and she was not going to do that. "So no."
"No," Olivia said. "But it is a great color. Any others like that?"
"A few." Gina slipped back into the dressing cubicle and changed out of the lacey dress. "There's this one. I like the length." She tossed a sleeve over the door so Olivia could evaluate the color.
"Hmm." She could picture Olivia examining the sleeve, and then shrugging. "Why not? Try it on."
Gina smiled, in the privacy of the cubicle. "Not like anyone's forcing me to buy it."
"True that." The door shifted as Olivia leaned on it. "You know, Gina, I think you're the only person I know who went shopping for her wedding dress at Nordstrom's Rack."
"Quality product at half the cost," Gina said. It came out slightly muffled as she slipped the dress over her head. "I buy most of my clothes here. Why not my wedding dress? Anyway, Ivy's getting hers at a thrift shop. I think. I'm afraid to ask."
Olivia giggled. "I hope someone's going with her."
"Clara," Gina said. "She's pretty good at it. She won't let Ivy buy anything orange."
Both of them paused, Gina to get rid of the mental image that had inadvertantly brought up. Finally, Olivia said, "Has Ivy ever shown a predilection for wearing anything orange?"
"Bearing in mind that you've known her longer than me..." Gina adjusted the hang of the dress on her shoulders. "No, not to my knowledge. Can you zip me?"
"Sure." The door shifted again, and Gina opened it. She presented her back to Olivia, who zipped the dress up, still talking. "I didn't think she had. Give her credit for some fashion sense."
Gina shuddered artistically as soon as Olivia had finished with the zipper. "She wears Crocs, Livvy. She's officially past all help."
"She's a doctor," Olivia pointed out. "All doctors wear Crocs. Even the ones who are veterinarians and not people-doctors. My dad says they're the most comfortable shoes he's ever found."
There was still a little thrill of delight in Olivia's voice, every time she talked about her father. Gina smiled to hear it, then said, "Stop talking logic," and turned around. "What do you think?"
Olivia's eyebrows went up. "Nice."
The dress was a calf-length deep crimson that flattered Gina's complexion (and, she knew for a fact, made Ivy want to jump her), with a not-terribly-low sweetheart neckline and three-quarter sleeves in a concession to the fact that it was December and freezing, even in City Hall. With the right heels... "You think it could work?"
"I think it's the one," Olivia said, positively. "Flatters you, won't clash with Ivy's hair. Wear it with that black coat, it'll be perfect."
Gina blinked at her. "You mean the black coat I've had since junior year of college?"
"It's the only black coat you have, isn't it?" Olivia asked.
"Yeah," Gina said, rather doubtfully, "but it's ancient."
"It's still gorgeous."
It was older than her relationship with Ivy. In fact, Gina remembered suddenly, she'd been wearing it that day in the subway, when she'd lured Ivy home and plied her with hot chocolate. Ivy had had the world's worst cold, but she'd still managed to ask Gina out before the night was over. She'd been so impressed with Ivy's confidence that she'd said yes.
The fact that she'd been trying to seduce Ivy into a date for at least three months had probably had something to do with it. But mostly it had been Ivy's confidence.
And now here they were, ten years later to the month, getting married.
A delightful little shiver ran up her spine. "With the black coat," Gina said, and beamed. "You're right. It'll be perfect."