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]

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.