awwsome [rubix]

“Babe. BABEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” Blo peered out the dressing room curtains, a short miniskirt strangling her thighs. She’d been trying to gently tug it up over her hips to see if it’d fit around her waist, but that wasn’t happening. Brown eyes scanned the thrift store before shrugging. Yanking the door back closed, she looked at the pile of clothing she had on the chair. Maybe she was overdoing the search, but she wanted the perfect outfit. They’d gone to many different stores and many different places, but she hadn’t found a damn thing yet. She pushed the skirt off of her legs and hung it back up, throwing it on the no pile. Huffing, she began to yank on another outfit. After a few failures, she finally gave up and shrugged on her own clothes. Passing the rejects to the dressing room attendant, she flounced around the store, looking for her shopping companion.

Brown hands rested on a slim waist, and Blo tucked her chin into the space in between Ruby’s neck and shoulder. “Did you find anything, babe?” She asked, still huffing. “Everything here is too small for my thighs. How are we going to be the shiniest things at the drag ball if I can’t find an outfit?” She clung to her best friend, still whining a bit. They’d been invited to one of the most flamboyant events in London by one of the friends that they’d met at the headshop, and it was going to be an amazing time going to go view the ladies perform. But with Blo’s job and the various medical treatments that she’d been on, she’d hadn’t a chance to go shopping. So there they were, on the day of, looking for outfits.

“I don’t even want to go now. But I do. Rubyyyyyy.” The girl sighed, plopping on the floor in the middle of the aisle. Falling back on her back, she stared at the ceiling. In a dead pan voice, ignoring the people walking around her, she began to monologue. “Oh woe is me. Woe is me. Why have thou forsaken me o clothing gods?” She meeped when Ruby almost kicked her in the ribs, trying to get her to get up. “Rubyyyyyy. I’m delicate~!” She stood, and pouted at her bestie. “Can we get some food? Maybe a bowl or too? This shopping stuff is stupid.”

Then something shiny caught her attention. It was a bedazzled brassiere. She grabbed it and held it up to her chest before squealing. “ITS SO PRETTYYYYYY!"

"Hmm?" She asked, as she pulled off her headphones and rested them around her neck. Turning off the walkman that her parents had given to her for her fifteenth birthday, she focused all her attention on Blo as she made herself comfortable on the chair in front of the dressing room. When the door closed once more, Ru laughed a little and put her headphones back on as she stood up and tried to find something relatively cheap.

Still unemployed, Ruby lived off her good looks and any gigs she managed to score. The post-war world was hard enough as it was in the wizarding world, but trying to obtain a job in the muggle world was near impossible, especially when so many places she'd applied to wanted to inquire about her educational background. Somehow leaving those sections of job applications blank wasn't helping her, but telling potential employers that she was a witch and had gone to a special school for wizardry was enough to land her in the nearest loony bin. But still, it would be nice to finally have a steady job so she could buy drumsticks and cigarettes.

As her favorite song of the moment began to play, she started to bob around, mouthing the words as she thrashed and rocked her way into glory. That is... until she saw the perfect jean jacket she just had to have. Wiping away the small trail of drool from the corner of her mouth, she caressed the sleeve nearest to her, silently wishing she had enough money to buy it. Why did she have to be poor? She reached for the price tag and began to frown even more when she saw how damn expensive it was.

When she felt the pressure of the hands on her waist and the chin between her neck and shoulder, she relaxed and smiled softly. "No," she whined, and then turned so she was facing her friend, draping her arms over Blo's shoulders. Planting a purely platonic peck on her lips, she pouted a little. "Everything is too expensive and I'm poor." Contemplating her friend's question, she added, "We could always go naked and spray glitter on ourselves. Nothing says shiny like sparkly breasts."

The next thing she knew, Blo began whining and ended up on the floor. Looking down at Blo, Ru shook her head and kicked her a little. "I don't care. Get upppppp." Once her friend stood, Ru was prepared to leave the store. Food did sound nice. So did a bowl. Just the thought made her stomach rumble. "I'm hungry now. Can we get tacos this time?" She was about to reach for her friend's hand when something shiny in Blo's grasp caught her eye.

It was shiny. But. "Blooooooooooo. Come onnnn. I'm hungryyyyy."