Whoever it was that said all women love to shop was a liar. The redhead could care less about that sort of thing. Especially when it was getting closer to Mardi Gras. The only reason she was currently eyeing skimpy sleepwear at Victoria's Secret was because of her cousin. Since Adelaide had decided that Rory and Izzy needed new clothes, they'd both been dragged out of the house. Almost literally in Rory's case. She still couldn't understand why it mattered so much to Addy what she wore. And why was their first stop Victoria's Secret anyway?
An amused snort left her at the sight of some red mesh concoction. It certainly didn't look at all comfortable. She would never even think about buying something like that. What was the point? There was no one to look 'sexy' for and she doubted there ever would be now. Besides, even if she tried for the sexy look it wouldn't work with her leg so heavily scarred.
With a little shake of her head and a grimace, steel blue gaze turned toward her cousins. For once, they were actually getting along pretty well. Maybe that was because they were typical girly-girl types and loved new clothes. At any rate, Rory decided her presence wouldn't be missed for a while and limped out of the store with a sigh. That sigh wasn't relief, but resignation. She had to shuffle through the crowd to reach a bench where she could sit down. Her backpack was slung around to rest in her lap, her hands over the top of it.
Eyes narrowed, she watched the people passing by. It was actually a little amusing to watch them look at her as if by doing so she would drop her gaze to avoid staring. No such luck. Rory didn't care if it was rude to stare. She also didn't care if it was rude to curse at strangers, but when one person trying to get around others jarred her leg, she let words fly. They weren't shouted, but they were certainly loud enough for the people in her immediate vicinity to hear clearly. "Damn clumsy sumbitch. Get some fuckin' glasses, then maybe you won' run into people."
The kid (by Rory's estimation he wasn't much over fifteen) looked angry, then embarrassed. After a few apologies, he hurried off. Grumbling more curses, she sat up straighter, trying to pull her legs closer to the bench without causing her bad one to protest too much. "Why should I have to do all the work of tryin' to stay out of the way? People have eyes for a reason. They should fuckin' use 'em, then they wouldn' be knockin' into people's legs. Jackass kid."
The incident just made her want to go home all the more. Unfortunately, until Addy had satisfied her itch for new clothes, Rory was stuck here. A few years ago, she probably would have enjoyed being at the mall a little more, but that was before. "See, this is why I wanted to stay home. But, no-o-o-o. Somebody decided I needed some dressy clothes. Like I'd ever have some place to wear that stuff to." She'd lowered her voice a little, so only someone passing very close to her would actually hear her complaints.
Gaze turned briefly toward Victoria's Secret to see if her cousins were done yet. No such luck. In fact, the glimpses she got were of the two of them conversing in sign language and touching this or that article of clothing. "Wonderful." She had a feeling the day was going to get even worse as it went on.
