Log: Sue and Warren: Shopping

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Sue and Warren head out shopping and teasing.

"I don't know," Sue slowly span in a pirouette, her hands outstretched, "Do you think this makes my butt look big?" she asked sticking her tongue out at Warren as she span completely ignoring for now the shop assistant who was waiting patiently off to one side.

Warren leaned back on the dressing room wall, hands in his pocket as he looked her over critically.  "I'm not feeling the princess style either."  He tilted his head and tried to see if that dress would be suitable for dinner, but he wasn't sure.  After all, the fundraiser for the evening was a fairly respectable event, and as such, there would be cameras galore.  But if his name was going to be linked to Sue's again, she needed to really pop.  "Maybe something simpler? And don't worry Sunshine, you can dress me up too afterwards."

Sue's grin turned decidedly impish, "Really? you promise? And you'll have to wear whatever I choose?" Sue's smile was bordering on the malign now, "I like this plan, a lot." She glanced down at the dress she was wearing now, "I guess you're right, but you know how it is, all women have that little girl inside who wants to be a princess." She turned back to Warren and curtseyed elegantly, "All I need now is a tiara."

Rolling his eyes, he motioned to the hovering saleslady, who was no doubt already dreaming of the commission. "Something more fitted, but still long. Neutral colour.". The saleslady nodded and disappeared. Warren came up behind Sue and started to play with her hair. "A tiara, you say," he pondered, twisting ropes of her hair around her head, making a sort of messy crown of braids, held in place by his hands. "How about that?". He peered into the mirror, a smirk on his face. "Rapunzel crown."

Sue angled her head to the side turning it back and forth, "hmm, looks good, better than anything the finest gold smith could come up with don't you think? It's the material that really makes it don't you think?" She asked Warren with a smile. "Although, I can't really complain about the accessory either," she teased eying him, "It'd definitely unique, although," the blonde tapped a finger against her lip thoughtfully, "We may have to polish it up if its gonna be holding my hair in public."

Warren laughed and brushed a kiss on the top of her head, letting go of her hair.  The gold strands cascaded down, and he gave a nod of approval.  "Natural works.  If you insist on something ostentatious, I can always find you an appropriate circlet, but then you need to determine who you are queen for."  A pause. "And no, the entire world is not an answer."

"Aww," Sue leaned against Warren and smiled up at him, "you never let me have any fun," she complained good-naturedly. "Fine, if you insist then how about the universe? After all it's not like any one planet is enough." She stuck her tongue out at Warren. "Or maybe a nice tropical sunny island where I can have people feed me peeled grapes while I relax in the sun all day. That would be pretty fun."

Warren laughed and rubber her shoulders good-naturedly. "A tropical paradise sounds lovely, but skinned grapes...". He shook his head. "Al the riches and servants at your disposable, and you don't even go with chocolate fountains and fruit. How ate we friends?"

"Not all of us have your metabolism," Sue pointed out while simultaneously poking Warren in the ribs, "If I wanna fit into this dress and be a princess I need to make sure not to tempt myself too much with fountains of chocolate. Besides, I much prefer strawberries and cream."

He had to give her a point there. "I am pretty much perfect."   The saleslady returned at this point with a few dresses draped over her arm. Warren gave a critical look at them before taking a soft,grey dress out of the pile. "Try this. It'll make your assets stand out," he said cheekily.

"You've been eyeing my assets now have you?" Sue teased, "Well now Mr Worthington, I never suspected this from you, I'm not quite sure what to say. It's all happening so fast." She grinned at Warren as she took the dress and slid the dressing room curtain closed.

He rolled his eyes behind her back and waited patiently until she'd finished. "I already have one fake fiancee, I don't need another. You can be my mistress. I think you'd do well with a sugar daddy. Lord knows you can spend money like there's no tomorrow."

"Two fiancee's?!" Sue asked in mock shock, "I'm sorry Warren but I don't thik this is gonna work out. Lets just stay friends," The blonde gave him a solemn look, "every can spend money if they put their mind to it. Besides," she poked him gently in the chest, "I, Mr Worthington, am nobody's other woman." She told him assuredly, a smile on her face as she poked him in the chest again.

"Good girl," he said with a smile. "That was a test. You passed. Don't ever let yourself be treated like how I treat women.  In fact, you definitely don't ever want to be with a man like myself.  If you ever did, I would have to wonder how you ever thought I'd be a good example."

"Mmhmm," Sue arched an eyebrow as she looked at Warren, "Wait, when did I start thinking you were a good role model? I don't remember ever saying that." She pointed out sticking her tongue out at the older man.

Waving a hand at her, Warren ignored Sue as he examined the dress critically.  "Yes, I think this works. Jewelry and a jacket. Boots.  You're too short right now."

Sue crossed her arms and glared at Warren, "I beg your pardon? Too short! I'll have you know I'm the perfect height, you're the one who's too tall, you giant you." she told him with a twinkle in her eyes.

He brushed off her comment with a sly grin of his own as he straightened out to his full height of 6'3". "Oh come on, pocket Sue. There's nothing wrong with towering over the masses. Now go put your own clothes on, so I can spend more money on you.".

"Makes you more recognizable and harder to disappear in a crowd," the blonde muttered playfully as she disappeared behind the curtain, "besides, you know what they say, good things come in smaller packages."

"I wouldn't know," he deadpanned. "Nothing about me is small.". And before she could object, he added: "We are talking about wallets, right?"

"That's not what Jolene told me," Sue shot back with a grin, "she said your...wallet wasn't very big. But then who needs to carry around a lot of cash these days. Especially with the Worthington name backing them up."

Warren gave a frown. "Jolene lies,‎ my wallet is just as huge as ever.". Although, he had refused to being it today. The line of his pants didn't quite look the same.  "Metaphorically speaking.". The saleslady returned and he handed her his platinum card.  "Now let's go buy sparkly things. Hurry up, my enormous wallet needs release."