Roy was browsing through the clothing in the boutique, mostly wanting to find something that would boost his sex appeal. He felt that he wasn't good looking enough, perhaps it had something to do with the way he dressed? He really just wanted to look good and feel good. And clothes were always a good place to start. He picked up a simple shirt, nothing too flashy or out there. But just stared, wondering if he should even be bothering.
- "I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now." Message Me - 06:08, July 25, 2018 (UTC)
A quick flick through his wardrobe this morning had reminded Gabriel that literally all of his clothes make him look like either a gym rat or a twink - of which he is admittedly the former - and that damn, he should probably get something he could take a guy out in. Not a suit, maybe, but some decent button-ups at least. He browses the rails, drawing hangers across lazily, eyes on the lookout for bold colours and crazy patterns.
He put the shirt back and continued to work his way down the rack, not evening paying attention and he bumped into Gabriel. “S-Sorry-“ he apologized and glanced at Gabriel, just staring st him for a moment since he was caught off guard by how gorgeous he was. How could a human being look so perfect? He quickly cleared his throat, “S-Sorry, again. I should have watched where I was going,” he apologized sincerely. Mostly wanting to leave since he felt embarrassed and also so small and weak next to Gabriel.
- "I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now." Message Me - 06:39, July 25, 2018 (UTC)
The collision is nothing, but the guy’s awkwardness following it instantly make Gabriel chuckle - that and the blaant once-over he’s just got. Eyes falling on the shirt that the guy had just been considering (plain but tight, a muscle-showing thing), he swoops it off the rail and holds it up in front of the man’s chest, head cocked. “A little plain but cute. Roll the sleeves up, undo the top button, french-tuck... oh Jesus, I sound like I’m on Queer Eye.”
Roy was quiet for a few moments, expecting an apology back and that everything was fine. He froze, staring at Gabriel. “Y-You, you think I could pull this off?” He asked after a little bit, “And you do, but honestly you’d probably fit right into the fab five,”
“I can tell just by the outfit you’re wearing, makes you look amazing,” he commented, holding the shirt in his hands. “I’d say you’re a close second to Tan France, but you’re better looking,” he winked.
She was flicking through the aisles of clothes, her teeth biting at her lower lip. She'd wished she could be here with Dana but seeing as she spent the past day with the girl, kind of felt like she'd be bothering Dana if she asked her to come out with her again, so she invited her brother along instead. Sue her, she hated shopping by herself. She found it dull and uninteresting. So now she was standing there in some luxurious clothes store, she'd heard about it (of course she had, she was a model) but had never looked at their products or designs.
As he made his way over to the shop, Anthony wondered why Penelope had invited him. The two, while not strangers, weren't very close either so, he was a bit confused to say the least. Nonetheless, He accepted the invite and as of right this second, he was walking through the doors. It took Anthony a moment to spot his sister and within a few moments he was standing next to her. "Hey, What's up." He stated rather nonchalant.
She glanced over to him, her eyes watching him for a moment, before her lips pulled into a smile. Admittedly, she wasn't as close to him as she was with the other siblings but...doesn't mean she wasn't going to cut him off or anything. "What do you think of this?" She asked, pulling out a dress to show him.
His eyes trailed up and down the dress, examining it for a moment. “It’s pretty but, I don’t think it would compliment you body very much.” He said quite honestly. “It never hurts to actually try it on and see though.”
He followed suit and began flicking through the rack, his eyes fixed on it as he spoke aloud to Penelope. "I finally finished unpacking and had nothing else to do for the day." Anthony answered, stopping to look at a piece of clothing before pushing past it. "Thanks for inviting me out."
"How are you liking being back in London?" She asked slowly, her eyes still on the clothes. Seeing as she had a similar job to him. Was an actress and model, spent years travelling, she wanted to know his perspective.
"It's..." He started, taking a moment to think about the question. "Unfamiliar." Was all he said, glancing up at his sister. He realized his answer might not make sense so, before Penelope had any chance to respond he started up again. "i'v been away so long. Everything just seem different..."
She nodded slowly. "I can understand that," she said, "it changes year after year, your mental image is shifted. Time can do that. I found it difficult with the people," she confessed, "they'd all aged."
His head moved in a nodding motion, thinking about how Toby and even Penelope herself had grow since he last saw them. "Your right about that, Our little brother Toby's all grown up... Even has his own ice cream shop from what i hear." He pause to bring out a dress and show it to Penelope with raised eyebrows.
As of recently, Rhianna was completely broke (due to some random asshole she met in the street), so she was just looking around at shops and came across Basilton Boutique, not aware that Basilton had a shop in Lincliff City. While she was way too broke for the brand itself, allowance or not, it'd be fun to look around.
Raina needs clothes for her family's upcoming trip to the Bahamas, and what better place to shop than Basilton Boutique? Truthfully, the only time she wears formal - or even semi-formal - attire is when there's a special event, and she'd otherwise be okay with just wearing casual clothes - maybe even her leather outfits. But she knows her father wouldn't like that, so here she is.
Rhianna pulled off a flare dress with a rose sash sewed into it, wishing she could buy it. "Dang... Maybe if I saved my allowance for the next three months I could bye it?" she murmured, pressing it against her body to imagine how it would look on her. "Would it even still be here by then, though?"
Raina is going through the dresses when she overhears Rhianna. She cracks a small, appreciative smile when she sees the dress she has pressed to her figure. "That looks stunning," she compliments. Maybe she isn't an absolute fan of flowers and whatnot, but she knows a pretty dress when she sees one. "Nice catch."
Raina's eyes squint slightly at the discovery; her father would no doubt be disapproving if he discovered she was interacting with someone 'below' them. She turns again, picking a navy blue dress off the rack that complimented her skin beautifully. The gears are already turning in her head, though, contemplating what she could and shouldn't do. She holds it up to her chest towards a mirror; it's a very pretty dress.
"Okay then..." she said, a little disappointed. She pursed her lips and put the dress back, looking at some more. Was she not expecting a response or something? Did she ignore her? Rude. She shook her head and forced herself not to dwell on it.
Raina hesitates for a split second, before plucking two more dresses off the rack - one is a sundress, perfect for a day out, and the other is more formal, appropriate for a family dinner. She then turns, disappearing out of her line of sight to go try the dresses on, though certainly not without stopping at the front desk first. There's a brief exchange before she's led into the fitting rooms. The dress Rhianna had been holding had been stunning, and she'd only told the employees to let her know the cost was covered. Just avoid mentioning her name. She was fairly certain the other girl would put two and two together, but it hadn't seemed like she'd recognized her, so at least that was that.
Rhianna watched Raina leave out of the corner of her eye and her shoulders drooped. So much for that... With nothing else to do in the store, she headed towards the door, but was stopped by an employee who lead her to the front desk and gave her a bag. Rhianna was clueless as to what it was until peering into the bag and immediately refused, saying she couldn't pay for it. The employee insisted, saying someone else had paid for it. She blanked for a few seconds before glancing at the dressing room and tilting her head. Did she...?
Raina emerges from the fitting rooms around twenty minutes after disappearing into them, holding onto two of the dresses she'd brought in. The formal navy blue one and the informal yellow one. She had in mind buying them both. Oblivious to Rhianna's presence, she ventures back into the boutique's main area, wondering whether she'd be able to find anything else as beautiful or not.
Rhianna turned, watching Raina. It'd obviously be a good idea to thank her. But what if she wasn't the one that bought the dress for her? That would be so embarrassing... Well, she'll never know if she doesn't ask, right? She slowly approached the other girl, clutching the bag like it was her life line. "Uh, hi... Did you, by chance by this for me?" she asked. "I'm just curious. Sorry if I bothered you."
Raina is so tempted to say yes. It's the truth. But she doesn't want her to go off telling other people, so she resorts to smiling slightly and shrugging a shoulder. "Every girl deserves a pretty dress," It's vague enough. No confirmation, no denial.
When Raina opens her mouth, she considers saying her name; her full, legal name. But Rhianna seems kind and genuine so Raina relents a little. If she's asking, she doesn't know who she is. She does go by María Fernanda for everything related to Lumos Broadcasting Company, too. "Raina," she says, pointedly avoiding telling her her last name in the case she connects the dots.
Rhianna was still very well oblivious to important figures in both British culture and Wizard culture, so she very well had no idea who the heck Raina was, just that her name was pretty. "I like your name. It's really nice," she said.
Against her best efforts, Raina actually smiles. Not the I'm only here because my dad is forcing me or the I just want you to leave me alone smiles, but an actual, genuine smile. This girl was clueless, and Raina didn't know whether to feel relief or worry. She must be really sheltered. "Thank you," she says. Her voice is soft and melodious, but there's a Spanish twinge to it. "Yours is as well."
"Thanks," she beamed. "I don't really know its origin. I like to think is Guinean but I doubt it, honestly. Where's your name from?" She wasn't paying enough attention to notice the slight difference in Raina's accent but then again, she didn't exactly have a solid British accent either.
"A play on the word reina, which is Spanish for Queen," she shrugs. It's not a secret that her family was often treated like wizarding nobility - even if they were far from. Her father had loved it, and given her her middle name accordingly.
"Do you come here a lot?" she asked, turning back to the clothes, pretending to do something, even though it was obvious she had no business here. "Even though I can't buy anything most of the time, I love looking at the clothes and accessories and trying them on."