Shop till you Drop. (Closed to Joss)

[melancolique]

When Joss eventually opened his front door to Eponine, she had pushed impatiently past him to look for the t-shirts he had promised her.

"Where are they? You promised." She barks at him. Her own, tattier than ever thanks to Joss trying to murder her, needs replacing. She lets herself into his living room, and makes a beeline for the shopping bags by the sofa. She pulls out a few tops, but her jubilant smile quite quickly becomes a frown.

Eponine looks from one pink, frilly shirt to an overly baggy mustard number to a flowery, frilled t-shirt with little cap sleeves. The frown on her face turns into a scowl and she rounds on Joss, angry all of a sudden.

"You buy for a grandma? I am not wearing this rubbish. They're disgusting. For old women."
They do not go, at all, with Eponine's grunge look. "I am not wearing these. And you owe me a shirt for nearly killing me. You lose me a whole night of coin, a whole night of food, and for this? No, M'sieur. I do not accept. I shall have a proper shirt I might wear, if you please."

She's getting a decent outfit out of Joss even if it means dragging him to the shops herself.

"You owe me. You owe me proper clothes," she whines.

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[dredefulchilde]

"What the hell are you doing?" Joscelin grabs her and drags her behind a rack, where she won't attract so much attention. If he were capable of it he might be blushing, but instead all he feels is annoyance.

"Put your clothes back on. If you embarrass me again we will leave and you won't get anything. Understood?"

[melancolique]

"I'm trying it on!" If Eponine were capable, her cheeks would be burning. But all she feels is sheer embarrassment. "I thought in a shop? I've tried clothes on before, you know?"

But she still pulls her t-shirt on, and sheepishly steps back out of the dress.

"I just wanted to see if it would fit me. But no... a top is fine."

She pulls a plain black t-shirt from the rack where they stand and holds it out to Joss. "This is enough. It don't matter if it's too big."

[dredefulchilde]

"Have you never heard of a fitting room?" Joscelin points to the sign over the curtained cubicle that says "fitting room."

"Just...pick two shirts and a jacket and we will leave."

[melancolique]

No. No, she hadn't noticed a fitting room. Market stalls and charity shops generally didn't come with changing rooms.

It doesn't take long for Eponine to find a couple of tops, doubtlessly earning Joss's scorn, but she's pleased with her choice. She also finds the thickest coat she can, which she puts on as soon as the tag comes off. The total for the few garments rings to over two hundred pounds, and Eponine glances sideways at Joss. If the cashier thinks it's weird that a little kid is paying for a young woman's clothes, he doesn't say anything. Outside the shop, Eponine clutches the bag tightly, and almost hugs herself in the coat that she's still wearing.

"I swear, it is the nicest thing I have ever owned. But... in return... to spy? You really are crazy, aren't you?"

It's all too much. She needs fae blood, just so her brain can stop going into overdrive, trying to work out things she can't possibly know the answer to about Joss and his motives. About what Montparnasse would think of her clothes, or make her do with them.

She digs deep into her old jumper's pockets and pulls out a battered box of cigarettes and a lighter. "You want one?" She holds the box out to Joss. "It ain't fae, but it is summat to suck on."

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin pays cssh for everything, casually doling out fifty pound notes like they're nothing. He doesn't comment on the cost or what she's picked out; he's too exasperated with her at this point not to say anything imprudent.

When she offers him the cigarettes, he just pushes them away. "I quit sixty years ago, so no." Not like either of them has to worry about cancer.

[melancolique]

Eponine shrugs and lights up herself.

"Fine. You are straight laced, Joscelin. Not an inch of fun." She shakes her head and takes a deep drag. "Boring, boring."

She blows the smoke in his face.

"Thank you, though, for the clothes. Never have I spent so much on clothes in one go."

[dredefulchilde]

“Don’t mention it,” Joscelin replies crisply, wrinkling his nose in distaste as she blows smoke at him. Her breath stinks too. “Now, about the rest of our deal.”

[melancolique]

Eponine sighs deeply. She had been hoping that Joss would forget about the deal - not that it seemed at all like him to forget about anything.

She takes a deep drag on her cigarette, and holds the smoke in her mouth for a moment.
"What about it?" She asks.