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un_glovedRogue shimmied the gem tone blue satin off her hips and down her legs and stepped out of it. She pulled a floor length, peach-cream dress off a hanger and started figuring out how to pull it on.
"I'm battin' oh for three," she called through the dressing room wall, toward the only other occupied stall. For as bustling as the island version of Manhattan was, it still seemed quiet. Guess that was what you got when you had ghosts making up a population of millions, but Rogue couldn't give a damn. Seized with a fervent desire for normalcy and indulgence, she had rung Madelyne up for brunch with bottomless mimosas, manipedis, and holiday shopping. Not for presents- no point, since it would all be gone- but Rogue wanted party dresses. And stupidly expensive jeans.
And shoes.
She'd made them stop at the make up counter for an absurdly long amount of time, going through different moisturizers, finding a deeply scarlet, heavily pigmented lip balm and gloss and some silky black liquid eyeliner, and some blush, and some brow highlighter because why not, and had carefully lined each eyelid with a champagne gold shadow to make the green pop before actually heading to the dress department.
Rogue had never been able to afford shopping at Bergdorf Goodman's. She was going to take advantage, now.
"Find anything yet?"
"I'm battin' oh for three," she called through the dressing room wall, toward the only other occupied stall. For as bustling as the island version of Manhattan was, it still seemed quiet. Guess that was what you got when you had ghosts making up a population of millions, but Rogue couldn't give a damn. Seized with a fervent desire for normalcy and indulgence, she had rung Madelyne up for brunch with bottomless mimosas, manipedis, and holiday shopping. Not for presents- no point, since it would all be gone- but Rogue wanted party dresses. And stupidly expensive jeans.
And shoes.
She'd made them stop at the make up counter for an absurdly long amount of time, going through different moisturizers, finding a deeply scarlet, heavily pigmented lip balm and gloss and some silky black liquid eyeliner, and some blush, and some brow highlighter because why not, and had carefully lined each eyelid with a champagne gold shadow to make the green pop before actually heading to the dress department.
Rogue had never been able to afford shopping at Bergdorf Goodman's. She was going to take advantage, now.
"Find anything yet?"
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Date: 2013-01-02 03:59 am (UTC)Stepping out of the changing room in a sparkly silver short-sleeved cocktail dress that she's spent five minutes trying to pin down her opinion on (and a pair of gold pumps that she's been too in love with to take off since she saw them), she heads over to the mirror at the end of the row, hoping it might somehow offer new insights. "Come on out here and tell me what you think of this one."
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Date: 2013-01-02 05:07 pm (UTC)"Sure is festive! I like that one. A lot. Definitely gonna turn some heads."
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Date: 2013-01-11 04:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-11 04:27 am (UTC)If anything, she sounded wholly approving.
"Cuz this ain't a bad dress to do that in."
She headed back into her stall to find something that made her feel at least as gutsy as what Madelyne had on did.
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Date: 2013-01-15 07:39 am (UTC)"We've finally got night life again, feels like such a waste to spend all my nights alone, you know?"
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Date: 2013-01-18 10:54 pm (UTC)"Sugar, I know you got what might feel like a complicated situation, but it don't matter a lick in the end. Ain't gonna hear no judgement from me."
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Date: 2013-01-26 07:27 am (UTC)"Thanks, Rogue," Madelyne replies in spite of that, her smile warm until she turns around and the corners of her mouth tighten wryly. "That really does mean a lot to me. You're trying that one on?"