We were girls in bars, boys on the town
Town centre (market and Whitechapel)
Saturday evening
Turns out what I heard on the lot's right: Saturday market's a good place to pick up bargains. The odd five-finger discount, too, since some of the stallholders don't keep too close an eye on their wares. Haven't exactly got a lot of money left, and while my last trip into town made it clear that there are times when the clothes I've got aren't going to cut it I can't exactly afford to play the last of the big spenders.
Besides, when Syl said she wanted to see me in something pretty, don't think this is quite what she meant. Wouldn't've guessed I'd feel so shifty buying women's clothes, either, however much I look like one right now. It seems almost wrong that no one gives me a sideways look, except when I snicker to myself picking up the cat-print jacket. Don't give a shit if it's trashy, makes me laugh. Might make Iblis smile, too, if he ever sees it.
Draw the line at heels, though, whatever the stallholder tried to tell me. I can see from my reflection in the glass windows on the street that I don't manage to walk quite like a woman as it is.
It's pleasant to spend the afternoon wandering round town, knowing no one's going to recognise me and try and start trouble. Head into the Tavern at one point to see if Verdi can be mulcted out of a bottle of whiskey or two (wonder what she'll make of me, looking like this? - she took to Syl well enough, and oh, that could be a fun game), but she's not there. Booze is something else that's not cheap - but hallelujah, I can drink Valmont's damned rotgut again without getting a gun pulled on me. Fuck you, Valmont, and the thought makes me smile widely enough to get a bit of an entirely different kind of attention from his patrons as I settle in for the evening. The world suddenly seems a far more amusing place than it did this morning.
[Open to Lucien]
(Sexual content, questionable consent [though no coercion])
Saturday evening
Turns out what I heard on the lot's right: Saturday market's a good place to pick up bargains. The odd five-finger discount, too, since some of the stallholders don't keep too close an eye on their wares. Haven't exactly got a lot of money left, and while my last trip into town made it clear that there are times when the clothes I've got aren't going to cut it I can't exactly afford to play the last of the big spenders.
Besides, when Syl said she wanted to see me in something pretty, don't think this is quite what she meant. Wouldn't've guessed I'd feel so shifty buying women's clothes, either, however much I look like one right now. It seems almost wrong that no one gives me a sideways look, except when I snicker to myself picking up the cat-print jacket. Don't give a shit if it's trashy, makes me laugh. Might make Iblis smile, too, if he ever sees it.
Draw the line at heels, though, whatever the stallholder tried to tell me. I can see from my reflection in the glass windows on the street that I don't manage to walk quite like a woman as it is.
It's pleasant to spend the afternoon wandering round town, knowing no one's going to recognise me and try and start trouble. Head into the Tavern at one point to see if Verdi can be mulcted out of a bottle of whiskey or two (wonder what she'll make of me, looking like this? - she took to Syl well enough, and oh, that could be a fun game), but she's not there. Booze is something else that's not cheap - but hallelujah, I can drink Valmont's damned rotgut again without getting a gun pulled on me. Fuck you, Valmont, and the thought makes me smile widely enough to get a bit of an entirely different kind of attention from his patrons as I settle in for the evening. The world suddenly seems a far more amusing place than it did this morning.
[Open to Lucien]
(Sexual content, questionable consent [though no coercion])