The College Years - Wardrobe Department

[Samantha McManus]

"Details here," she chuckled. "What's working, what's not?"

[Nailah Weaver]

"I'm having second thoughts about the color, but some make-up would probably help with that. The rest is just... I mean I shouldn't be surprised, you being a shapeshifter and all, but you just have all the right curves to pull off that dress."

[Samantha McManus]

"Oh, don't you start on whether this is really me..."

[Nailah Weaver]

"That's not... I mean..." she stammers. "Sorry..."

[Samantha McManus]

"Because it is, aye? I'm not cheating here."

[Nailah Weaver]

"I didn't mean it like that... I wasn't thinking."

[Samantha McManus]

She sighed, letting her hair go.

"It's alright. It's just... pet peeve, aye?"

[Nailah Weaver]

She nods. "I didn't mean you were cheating. I just thought... I don't even know what."

[Samantha McManus]

"I should probably just take the compliment, aye?"

[Nailah Weaver]

"Yes please." she smiles weakly.

[Samantha McManus]

"I am a bit flattered," she said with a faint blush.

[Nailah Weaver]

"Good." she smiles and just looks at Sam for a moment before adding "Er, I... think that means the dress is working."

[Samantha McManus]

"Is it, now?" She grinned and took a step back, giving a twirl and striking a few poses.

[Nailah Weaver]

"Yeah, yeah it definitely does." she says, wondering why she feels so awkward about it.

[Samantha McManus]

"Then I'd say we've got our dresses picked, aye?" She grinned.

[Nailah Weaver]

"Looks like it! That wasn't too bad." she chuckles.

[Samantha McManus]

"I'm going to have to take away your eye candy then, so I can get this up to the register."

She chuckled and ducked back into the booth.

[Nailah Weaver]

Nailah wants to object out of reflex but realizes how pointless and silly that'd be because Sam's obviously just joking around.

"Right, yeah."

[Samantha McManus]

"Quicker coming off than going on," she joked from inside the booth, as the jeans were retrieved from over the door.

[Nailah Weaver]

"Now you're just poking fun at me."

[Samantha McManus]

"It's true at least," she said as she tied her shoes again and stepped out.

[Nailah Weaver]

"Fine. I'll let you get away with it this time." she chuckles.

[Samantha McManus]

"What did you think I meant?" She asked as she stepped aside to let Nailah go in and change.

[Nailah Weaver]

"Hrm? My impatience with you getting changed." she says as she goes to change, the innuendo having gone straight over her head.

[Samantha McManus]

"Ah, good. Was afraid for a moment you'd gotten a filthy mind," she said, leaning against the booth outside.

[Nailah Weaver]

"What are you..."

"Oh you are awful, you know that!" she laughs faintly, glad that Sam can't see her blushing inside the booth.

[Samantha McManus]

"I'm awful?" She asked, laughing.

[Nailah Weaver]

"Oh sure, play coy now."

[Samantha McManus]

"What would you rather I do?"

[Nailah Weaver]

She shrugs as she steps out of the booth, new dress slung over her arm. "I just don't know how to take it sometimes..." she admits awkwardly.

[Samantha McManus]

"If I'm bothering you, you can say so."

[Nailah Weaver]

"That's not it at all..."

[Samantha McManus]

"I'm trying not to second-guess you, aye?"

[Nailah Weaver]

"Of course not. Just... forget I said anything. Everything's fine."

[Samantha McManus]

"...you want to talk later? I mean, not here?"

[Nailah Weaver]

"Maybe, yeah..." she says, though she doesn't sound too sure.

[Samantha McManus]

"Only if you want to," she said, gathering up the dress and heading for the register.

[Nailah Weaver]

"Of course." she smiles, the cloud over her head seeming to disappear as fast as it came.