big mouth, big wallet, big trouble... (rp for no_substitution)

[magic_fratboy]

He'd known it was a mistake the second he uttered the words, should have realized who he was dealing with and what she was capable of. Still, somehow, with two lifetimes behind him and a general sense for his own personal welfare, he spoke standing right there in front of her, him with a death wish and her with a fresh tray of her trademark cookies in hand.

"I think I need new jeans."

Things got sort of fuzzy after that, and amidst a tidal wave of chatter, bouncing, car keys, and a toddler's shrieking, Tommy found himself at the Forum Shops at Caesar's, Mayilia on his hip with the bag of candy Sassy had already bought her, hoping to God that he could somehow corral his best friend, the personal shopper with a bottomless wallet.

"Sass? Sass, will ya stop for a sec? I need new jeans, that's it, you ain't buyin' me a new wardrobe. Or May...Sass, are you even listening to me?"

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[no-substitution.livejournal.com]

Sometimes Sassy wondered if her friends had like, a total mental block when it came to her shopping addiction. (Yes, she was addicted, and yes, she admitted it.) They said they'd go shopping with her and yet they were perpetually surprised with her flotilla of personal shoppers and Black AmEx. Really now.

Even Cain was surprised.

Idiots.

"Of course I'm listening to you, Tommy. You need new jeans." She smiled sweetly at him, waiting for his own words to sink in. He didn't say he need a new PAIR of jeans -- therefore singular -- but new jeans. Plural.