[OTA] Shop Til You Drop

[falsepretences]

The trip to the outposts - they went to both Diamond and Spade - with Sophie had yielded a few sketches of buildings through a strange mist, but mostly it had cleared Jordan's head and made it clear to him that he was just so damn tired. Of being serious all the time, of keeping his head down, and of basically behaving more like he was forty six instead of twenty six.

The cure for this, obviously, was shopping.

Specifically the cure for this was hat shopping, though Jordan might also be getting distracted by a display of pocket squares too.

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[hey_sexy_latte]

What about shoes? Surely going shoe shopping is also a good cure. That's what Teresa thinks, anyways.

Which is why she'll be eyeing a pair of boots to help relieve the stress that's been building since the Deck's latest weirdness began.

[falsepretences]

Hot boots. He's a guy, after all, and he can't help but think about what Teresa would look like walking down the streets in those boots. Still...

"Not for work at the cafe, I'm thinking."

[hey_sexy_latte]

A grin as she looks over at the Spade.

"Probably wouldn't be wise. My aunt would have a heart attack." Not to mention the male employees weren't related to her would probably be-- a bit distracted, to say the least.

"It'd probably only be for special occasions."

[falsepretences]

The ones who were related to her would probably be distracted by the other men's distraction. Jordan was so glad he didn't have any sisters.

"What kind of special occasions are those appropriate for?" He asks, grinning a bit as he picks up a chocolate and violet fedora to try on. "Trips to the Wild Card?"

[hey_sexy_latte]

"Likely," she answers, bending to get the boots on properly, "Girl's gotta have a bit of fun some time, hm?"

And in the Deck, most of the parties she liked to partake in were in the Wild Card or the other in-Town locales like it.

[falsepretences]

Balls weren't so much parties as glittering obligations, really. Of course, the last one Jordan had gone to had been the Spade Ball, which had suffered from...unfortunate timing.

He'd danced with the then Ace of Diamonds and saved Sophie Berthier's assistant from a thing named Marco, but that was about the highlight.

"We'd all become really dull otherwise," he says dryly, "as I know from personal experience."

[hey_sexy_latte]

"Not get to party much in recent times, Jordan?" she asks with a sympathetic pout, "Such a shame."

Although she supposes he's been busy with other things, from what she's heard. How sad so many fun people get caught up in the hullaballo of Challenging and Suit-switching. It's all entirely uninteresting, to her.

[falsepretences]

"Oh, it's my own fault. I'm a drama queen." He grins a bit at her as he adjusts his hat. "I just can't leave well enough alone, you know. I get bored."

Which was...actually kind of true, really.

[hey_sexy_latte]

"Plenty of ways to fix that without getting all bloody about it," comes the playful reply as she studies the boots in the mirror.

Catching his eye in the glass, she adds, "That looks good on you."

[falsepretences]

"Do you think so?" He turns in the mirror to eye it from a different angle. "It might need to go home with me."

He nods at the boots. "What about those? Are you giving them a home?"

[hey_sexy_latte]

"I believe so." They make her legs look a little bit too good for her to pass up. "I'm afraid I've already gotten attached to them. It'd be a tragedy for us to part now."

He understands, doesn't he?

[falsepretences]

He understands perfectly. It's the same with him and knives, something most of his friends don't understand. But then, Ethan and Amy are really more into knives.

"There's enough tragedy in the world without breaking our hearts over accessories." He carries his hat to the register and looks over at her. "Maybe we ought to introduce our new friends to the world at the same time."

[hey_sexy_latte]

"That sounds like a wonderful idea."

Nothing better than celebrating new things with others, right?