"Should I twist my hair up too?" Julie said with a laugh. Asking someone to pull one in a size eight and a half, Julie sat down waiting for the shoes. She turned to Andy, asking, "So, what are you doing for the dance?" with a smile. He was probably planing something crazy for this after party and Julie couldn’t wait to see it.
"I don’t know if I’m going," he confessed, perching on the seat beside her and taking in the rows of expensive, sparkling shoes. "I mean, since Daphne…" Andy really didn’t want to talk about it. He wanted to do something stupid and not care about the reprocussions.
"Hey, let’s not talk about it, okay? Live like today’s our last. Carpe diem."
"I mean, it’s camp right? So, flats are the way to go. No bows though." She said in response to the black flats. Looking around the the shoe department she decided that she would start and one side and make her way to the other. Walking through the shoe display she saw a pair of cute scalloped patient leather flats, they were Louboutins. Louboutins that made Julie think of Lucy. Which was something that she was trying not to think of. Shaking off her thoughts with a smile Julie picked up the pair of shoes turning around to show them to Andy.
Andy browsed the pennyloafers, thinking of the times he had to wear them to go to school and return home. Soon, he had learned to keep a pair of Converse and a sweatshirt in his backpack, as the girls downtown didn’t seem to take kindly to preppy schoolboys.
"Cute," he observed from the other side of the room. "You’re going to look like Audrey Hepburn."
Reaching to her wrist, Julie pulled off her hair tie and handed it to Andy as he braided her hair. “Thank you,” Julie responded with a smile when he finished. This dress was her least favorite on the rack, but she loved it when she put it on. Turning to Andy, she said, “I love it, zips?” with a huge grin. Julie bounced on her toes once before quickly walking to the dressing room and putting it back on a hanger and walking out of the dressing room with it. “Now shoes?” she asked Andy jokingly.
“Fiiiiine,” he said, though he enjoyed shoes just as much. She looked a smaller Audrey Hepburn in that dress, and he had a couple ideas to go along with it. But, for fear of being mistaken gay by the rather pretty girl who was hanging up blouses a few feet away, he shrugged and followed her.
"Flats?" he held up a pair of shiny black ballet flats with a quilted design and a small, velvet bow.
Julie raised her eyebrows at him, laughing. “It is a little boring.” Julie responded with a critical look at the dress. Thinking about all of the different shoes she could buy to match with her dresses, she walked back into the dressing room to try on the last, black, dress. Walking out of the dressing room, Julie shouted, “Andy I need you to zip me up!” grabbing her hair and pulling it over her shoulder.
"Ma’am, yes, ma’am," Andy saluted her, and zipped and buttoned the dress, not letting her move while he braided her hair. "Mm, there," he tied the braid off and let her go look at herself in the mirror.
"I like it." He twirled the hat between his thumb and forefinger, appraising her. "It’s the one."
Wide eyed, Julie looked at Andy in utter confusion. “Are you okay?” she asked with a laugh. Crossing her arms across her chest, she looked at herself in the mirror smiling. Andy was right, she didn’t look half bad. “Thank you, I think I’m going to try on the other ones on, and I love the purse,” she said with a grin. Grabbing the grey dress, she realized how much simpler this dress was, and she pulled it over her head and was out of the dressing rooms quickly.
Andy rolled his eyes. “I’m channelling my inner Aphrodite, shh,” he admonished, and set down the purse.
"Thanks, I know, it really matches my coloring," he said in a Valley Girl-esque voice, fluttering his eyelashes.
"Mm, I like the fit," he critiqued when she came out. "But gray is so… Drab."
"That’s a crazy amazing talent!" Julie replied with a grin. Julie looked at the purple dress and, deciding that Andy didn’t have bad taste, added it to her arm. She grabbed the sunglasses off of Andy’s head and putting them on as she walked into the dressing rooms to try on all of her dresses and shouts, “You guys have it so easy. Just pants and a button up shirt!” Looking at the first dress confused, Julie realized that she had no idea how in the world to put it on. She finally realized that she had to step in and duck to get in it. When she got it on she put the sunglasses up, to keep her hair out of her eyes, and nervously walked out of the dressing room tugging at the hem.
Andy snapped his fingers, turned on his heel and followed her, modelling handbags while he waited for Julie. Making a variety of faces, he snapped a few photos and sent them to Lucy— Hopefully, they were still on speaking terms.
"Oh, that’s simply stunning," he breathed, lowering the new pair of sunglasses he had picked up on the way to the dressing rooms. He grinned, snapped the Z again, and took off the glasses.
"But no, in all sincerity, you look really good."
Okay, you’ve terrified me enough for one night.
Good, then mission accomplished.
*laughs* Shall we go?
One thing before we do? Lie to me again and I might have to grind your balls into dust. *with a cheery smile, pats a hand on his chest*
Okay, you’ve terrified me enough for one night.
The feather boa Andy found was truly atrocious and Julie burst into laughter when she saw him dancing with it. “How do you even find a feather boa? Can Aphro’ kids just conjure them out of thin air?” she asked with a giggle. As Julie looked through the racks of clothing to try and find a dress for the party, she hummed the song that was playing under her breath. Pulling a dark blue dress and a grey dress of the rack, she said to Andy,”I actually do what to try these on,” looking to the two plainer dresses in her hands.
Andy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, it’s one of our talents. Never know when they might come in handy, you know?”
He calmed down and put down the hat and boa, though he kept the sunglasses and scarf. When she showed him the dress, Andy grinned. “Fabulous, daahling,” he said, using his best accent, and plucked a drop-waist, deep purple wrap from the rack. “And this, you absolutely must.”