Ren was panicking. It wasn't something that happened every day. It was rare actually. But if this wasn't such a dire situation for her, then she wasn't sure what was.
It had occured to her, during her coffee and pastry with Cast that night clubs are one place she'd hadn't even thought of when she hit town. More worried about the nocturnal nasties out there, she was usually dressed ready for a fight. For she did so enjoy them. But..as she stood in front of her closet, the drawers in her dresser opened with different articles hanging out, she realized she needed help. Cargos, camo, tank tops and t-shirts just wouldn't do it.
She picked up her cell and dialed Georgia's number. Being the only female friend she had Ren prayed that Georgia wasn't busy. Plus, the girl always looked good! Ren didn't miss the looks the men gave Georgia when they were in the park.
"Come on, come on...pick up." she muttered while the phone rang.
Well, Ren was indeed calling the right person, because she loved to shop. It was probably an addiction for the girl, but that was alright, everyone needed their dirty little secrets. Some were just a little bit more so then the others.
While Ren was saying ‘Come on pick up, pick up.’ Georgia Grace was taking a nap, the last few days had taken a bit of a toll on her, and waking up to ‘But I know he can’t approach me, Cuz I’m lookin’ like class while he’s lookin’ like trash.’ Wasn’t what she had expected, even as she jerked up right, grabbing the phone, and sliding the little bar at the bottom of the phone to answer it. Once she had the phone up by her ear she spoke, “Ren?” Her voice was heavy with sleep but she was alert enough to know that it was Ren that was calling. Probably why she assigned different numbers different ring tones, she would know whom was calling without having to look.
Using her free hand she lifted it to her eyes, and rubbed the corner of her eyes, getting rid of any sleep that had lingered there. Slowly she sat up and stretched, her back arching and her hand with the phone formed a triangle, elbow moved to point towards the wall behind her, her other arm was pulled back as well, her head tilting back with her eyes closed for a moment.
She sighed in great relief when Georgia answered. "Georgia Grace...I need your help. Its a dire emergancy." she paused, biting on her bottom lip. "What does one wear to a night club?"
She was ready for just about any response. Laughter, taunting, even a perky 'lets go shopping'...which is what she was hoping for.
In mid stretch when Ren said it that she needed her help and it was a dire emergency, she lost her balance and hit her head on the wall. “Owe….” Her hand that had been out about stretching lifted quickly to rub her head, even as she was jumping out of bed. “What’s wrong Ren?” And that was when Ren told her what was needed. And she let out a laugh, as her free hand went to press over her heart on her chest. “Ren…you scared me!” Her honeyed voice was no longer thick with sleep, for she sure as heck had woke up Georgia Grace.
She should make the girl suffer for giving her a minor heart attack, but Georgia Grace did not have that in her. Well okay she did but she wasn’t exercising that option currently. Her lips curved into a smile, and it was reflected by her voice taking on a warm tone. “So….do you want to go shopping Ren?” It was a silly question, because why else would the girl of called Georgia Grace for such a thing, and she did not think Ren would tease her so.
Ren flinched when she heard Georgia say ow and the thud that came before it.
"If you have time to spare. I honestly don't know what to get." Of all the things she needed to ask for help with. Ren felt like she reached the bottom of the barrel.
"I'd need your advice on ...well everything."
Ren paced her bedroom while looking at the vast assortment of black and more black.
"If you could see what I'm looking at...." she trailed off.
See what Ren went and made the girl do! But on the other hand at least Ren knew that Georgia Grace cared enough to worry about her. She made her way over to the bathroom as she spoke, looking in the mirror there. “Of course I have time to spare for you!” Her head shook slowly, as she let out a laugh, while mentally figuring out how long it would take to get ready, if Ren wanted to go right now, but that was something she needed to check. “Did you have a time you wanted to get started?” Because honestly Georgia Grace could multitask when they went shopping by getting some things for herself as well.
Turning to look over her shoulder looking back into the bedroom that she occupied. “This will be fun Ren.” A soft smile creeping over her lips, because she was glad for any distraction’s at the moment.
Letting herself fall onto her bed, relief flooded through her.What a relief!If she couldn’t fight in it, Ren didn’t own it.She was quite sure that Georgia Grace would girl her up, which is why Georgia got the phone call.She almost giggled – yes giggled – when she thought of Berlin taking her out shopping for club gear.The man still wore leather pants that tied in the front for Christ sake! They were older than she was.
“Whenever you get a chance, I’m free today?” She left it dangling.Truth be told, she’d make time for this shopping trip whenever Georgia had time.
“Fun, huh? Then why do I suddenly feel like I’m headed to the gallows?” She laughed.Standing she began straightening the disaster she made of her room.Starting at the dresser, where she started at the top drawer, with the various tank tops and beaters, folding them as she held the phone with her shoulder.
“Um…” now didn’t she feel like a scrub.“Do you think you can pick me up?I don’t, um, drive.”
The clothing that Georgia Grace was most comfortable in weren’t exactly the sort that you fought in, so it was a good choice to contact the girl. Not because of her favorite relaxing clothing, but because of the other side of Georgia Grace, the one that had to be little miss social for work. Rubbing elbows with some influential people, hanging out after hours at the in places, one had to know what to wear and what to not wear over penalty of social disgrace.
Hearing Ren’s words, and deciding herself that when her friend called for a fashion emergency, and with the need of distractions she felt her lips smile. “Give me twenty minutes.” She did not want to waste any time, because she knew to poor Ren this was a emergency, a fashion emergency, and Georgia Grace took those very importantly.
A soft laugh twinkled out as she heard Ren’s comment. “You will see! It won’t be so bad.” She shook her head lightly. In her head she was thinking about the best outfit to wear to take Ren on this adventure, she herself wanted something that was easy to slip on and off, because she was sure as heck going to be looking at clothing too.
Then came Ren’s last words, and wasn’t it funny because of the ring tone on Georgia Grace’s phone for Ren. “Okay, make it 35ish minutes, and I will be there.” She did say ish, it was something she had picked up somewhere and it stuck with her. She had friends that didn’t drive, and she had pegged Ren for the sort that didn’t drive because the girl was the sort that liked the work outs, and it didn’t seem like it was just a fad but a way of life. As she talked she was already pulling out two fluffy pink towels, waiting to make sure that that sounded good with Ren.
If everything was going as planned she would tell Ren she would see her soon.
"Sounds great!" Ren said to Georgia, meanwhile her mind was saying 'Whatchyou talkin' bout Willis?' "See you then!" she added with a little extra perkiness, because Georgia Grace seemed very pleased with this adventure.
After hanging up she finished putting her things back where they belonged. Rearranged the small figurines on her dresser. Three sets of three gargoyles. Each with a different pose but all the same approximate height. They'd been knocked askew in her rampage through her dresser.
With that finished in roughly 15 minutes, she had time to sit and wait for Georgia Grace to come along. She tried to keep herself occupied by googling club attire, and was amazed at some of what she found. Forcing herself to stay off the mats and gym equipment to pass the time. She may not have been one to know the difference between Prada and Gucci...or knock offs of said products...but she did know that one did not go try on clothes all sweaty and smelly.
