Clarice & Cecilia | Shopping (Backdated)

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Clarice takes Cecilia shopping on Memorial Day (so, yes, backdated to yesterday). Self-esteem boosts happen.

"No. Way." Cecilia glanced at the little (and that was a generous adjective at that) black dress Clarice had tossed over the dressing room door. "Where the hell am I going to wear something like this, Clarice? Nicole Ritchie's wake? And black is so... dour." Still, she took it off the hanger and began to put it on.

"First of all, that is a very hot LBD. And this is New York, chiquita. Land of black! Not Lala land or Miami or anything remotely bright and cheerful. So you need a dress like that to make all the boys swoon for what they aren't getting," Clarice was not accepting any of Cecelia's protests, nope. Cece had the body, it was time to flaunt it! "Anyways, you can totally wear that to Silver!"

"Yeah, but it's spring! Isn't color in?" Cecilia sighed. "Sometimes I miss San Diego, where you could put on shorts and flip-flops all the time and call it a day." She stepped out of the dressing room, her arms folded. "Okay, so?" She dropped her arms by her side. "Thoughts?"

Making a twirling motion with a finger, Clarice shook her head, "You look miserable," she sighed, "Lemme try again. This time with more....sparkle," which was Clarice-speak to mean that she was going to find increasingly more ridiculous outfits until Cecelia realizes that the initial little black dress was in fact amazing and perfect on her body. Preferably with glitter.

"Sparkle?" Cecilia stopped twirling. "Please, God, no more glitter. Let me just..." She glanced in the mirror and adjusted the bust. "I guess I don't own anything like this. I mean, nothing that's... Silver-ready." She turned and looked at Clarice again. "Is it a head-turner, you think?"

"Girl you better have the name of a chiropractor on hand when you wear that because they're gonna turn so hard they're gonna hurt themselves!" Clarice agreed. "All you need is a little bling for accessory. And a kickass pair of heels," because who took the train to the club!?

"Good," Cecilia said a little too matter-of-factly. "I could stand to turn a few more heads." She turned and put her hands on her hips. "And I own heels. What do you think, I just wear scrubs or shorts all the time?" She pouted. "Please."

"I do," Clarice replied without remorse. They were comfortable and required for their jobs. "And what sort of heels we talking about? I don't mean your mom's sensible pumps."

"No, they're, like... kitten heels." Cecilia crossed her arms again and frowned. "Don't look at me like that! I had to get rid of most of my possessions before I left the country. How many stilettos do you think I really needed?"

Groaning, Clarice rolled her eyes, "We are fixing your wardrobe! You need at least one pair. They don't have to be killer heels, but they need to be 'fuck me' heels regardless. Seriously. Every woman needs 'fuck me' heels at some point in her life. They make you feel like a badass!"

"My wardrobe is fine!" She sighed. "I'm not a sequins-and-stilettos kind of gal, Clarice." She looked over her shoulder at the mirror. "Where the hell am I going to wear any of these things? Harry's?"

That was a point. Still. "If you wanted," Clarice had done it before, "Or Silver. You HAVE been to Silver, right?" If not, they were going this weekend.

"Uh," Cecilia stepped back a little and looked vaguely uncomfortable. "No?" She shrugged and threw up her arms. "What? I just moved back here! I don't..."

"Annnd we now have plans for this weekend!" Clarice cackled. If she weren't on the side of good it would have been terrifying. Then again, Clarice was sometimes chaotic good. "We're going to Silver. In fuck me heels."

Cecilia rolled her eyes. Like she hadn't seen this act before. "I don't own sexy footwear."

"You will before then!" This was so exciting! Dressing Cecilia up was so much fun! Plus, it was always fun to play dressup and be different people for a little while.

"Oh my God. I'm your Latina Barbie doll."

Laughing, Clarice thought Cecilia was adorable. And kinda fun. "Kinda!" she agreed, "Now get dressed so we can go to the shoe store! You are going to look fantabulous! I mean, more so than usual. Because even in scrubs you rock," it was hard to show off your figure in scrubs, but they did reflect personality quite nicely and they made up for being scrubs by being so amazingly comfortable.

Cecilia sighed as she pulled back the curtain of the dressing room. Her trip with Adrienne hadn't gone much better than this one, not by her standards anyway. "As long as I still look like me after all this."

"Of course. You're still you. And you're awesome, but there's nothing wrong with kicking it up a notch," gotta love those food-TV show references! "Anyways, we're not touching your hair or makeup or anything. You're flawless."

"That's me," Cecilia snorted. She finished changing and whipped the curtain back again, the little black dress she'd just worn now slung over her arm. She tilted her head and frowned. "You're not buying anything? What's that about? Friends don't let friends shop alone."

"I've got a couple things at the registers," Clarice assured the older doctor, "Like I'd pass up a sale like this? Please. Not that I need more clothes," understatement. Massive understatement.

"Can't you just teleport them into an interdimensional closet?" Cecilia smirked. "Just saying."

"I could...." Clarice grinned wickedly, "but it's full. I mean, have you SEEN my closet?"

"Well, no, actually." Cecilia shrugged. "I don't think we've had one of those 80s movie montages where we go through your closet together, pout about how there's nothing to wear and then grab daddy's credit card and go shopping. And it's not like I can borrow your clothes."

Life would be more epic with montage sequences and soundtracks. "And I lack daddy's credit card," Clarice sighed. She'd had one actually, but now she had her own. Drat it all. "But I should clean out my closet one day. For the good of mankind." They headed to the registers to pay.

"Please," Cecilia poked her gently. "You want to clean out your closet so you have space for more clothes." She glanced around the store briefly as they approached the register. Chances were she'd need a new swimsuit soon, what with pool weather around the corner. But now was not that day. She glanced at the dress in her hand again, then searched for the price tag. "Sure this is worth it?"

"Definitely, you can't go wrong. That should be your go-to dress for looking fabulous for years," it would wear well and fit Cecilia amazingly well. Really, she had no idea how good she was, "And you got me. Guilty. Nothing wrong with that though!"

"Okay, fine." They moved up in the queue. The dress was on sale, and Cecilia knew she should go ahead and trust Clarice's fashion knowledge. The younger woman did know how to put together a mean ensemble. "Fine, fine, fine. You win this round."