Sally Stetins
[RP for starspangledcap, locked to same]
Friday night at the mall. Sally was nearly dancing through her shift. Pansy let Sal pick the music, again, and it was one of those nights in retail when everybody left the counter in a better mood than the one they brought in. Sally had a smile for everyone.
"Sal!"
Sally turned to see Emil dodging around a shirt rack. He was dressed for a night out, silver mesh tank top and baggy goth pants, be-zippered and chained. Sally rolled her eyes at him. "Emil, my mom said no! I am not driving you to Playground! I'll make it up to you next week, all right?"
Emil leaned on the counter and batted his glitter-blue eyelids at her. "Sal," he said sweetly. "You are my very best friend. My closest pal. My-"
"Your only friend with a license and a car," Sally broke in, poking him in the shoulder. "But your taxi service has PSATs tomorrow, and is going to be studying." Sally pulled her binder of prep notes out, the one with the MIT sticker on the front.
Emil leaned over the counter and kissed her cheek. "Aw, you know we wouldn't have it any other way," he said. "I just thought I'd try one more time before I showed you this." Emil ducked back to where he'd dropped his bookbag and brought it to the counter. "I came prepared," he said, pulling out his own PSAT study guide. "We'll geek together."
Sally hugged him, laughing. "But why'd you dress up?" she asked, grabbing a highlighter and settling in on the stool behind the register. "If you knew I'd say no?"
"Honey," Emil said, raising an eyebrow, "do you even look at the boys who walk in here on a Friday night? My chances are better here than at stinky ol' Playground!"
Sally laughed again, and began quizzing her best friend on vocabulary terms.
Friday night at the mall. Sally was nearly dancing through her shift. Pansy let Sal pick the music, again, and it was one of those nights in retail when everybody left the counter in a better mood than the one they brought in. Sally had a smile for everyone.
"Sal!"
Sally turned to see Emil dodging around a shirt rack. He was dressed for a night out, silver mesh tank top and baggy goth pants, be-zippered and chained. Sally rolled her eyes at him. "Emil, my mom said no! I am not driving you to Playground! I'll make it up to you next week, all right?"
Emil leaned on the counter and batted his glitter-blue eyelids at her. "Sal," he said sweetly. "You are my very best friend. My closest pal. My-"
"Your only friend with a license and a car," Sally broke in, poking him in the shoulder. "But your taxi service has PSATs tomorrow, and is going to be studying." Sally pulled her binder of prep notes out, the one with the MIT sticker on the front.
Emil leaned over the counter and kissed her cheek. "Aw, you know we wouldn't have it any other way," he said. "I just thought I'd try one more time before I showed you this." Emil ducked back to where he'd dropped his bookbag and brought it to the counter. "I came prepared," he said, pulling out his own PSAT study guide. "We'll geek together."
Sally hugged him, laughing. "But why'd you dress up?" she asked, grabbing a highlighter and settling in on the stool behind the register. "If you knew I'd say no?"
"Honey," Emil said, raising an eyebrow, "do you even look at the boys who walk in here on a Friday night? My chances are better here than at stinky ol' Playground!"
Sally laughed again, and began quizzing her best friend on vocabulary terms.