Ruby Red Slippers..Oh How Quaint..(Rose)

[MALLORY TORRES]

One word. One marvelous word that made Mallory smile from ear to ear. That word: SEX! SHOES!

She adored a nice pair of shoes, because shoes were more reliable than boys. Boys were good on occasion, but shoes were ALWAYS putting a smile on your face. Boys cheated and lied, but shoes were loyal and loving to their owner. The only downfall to shoes was….well, actually…Nothing. Who actually complained about shoes, and if they did, then they never appreciated their shoes.

As Mallory walked into the glass door of ‘Shoes for Thought,’ she felt a smile form on her face. The smell of perfume, the sight of all the new shoes and shoes on sale, and the feel of the leather straps embracing your ankle as you clasped them. She felt like she should buy all the shoes she tried on, but she needed some control…Right? WRONG! Any shoe that fit and could possibly match an outfit, she bought.

“How about…” Mallory let her eyes wander over the shoes until she found them, “THOSE?!” She smiled when the sales clerk nodded and went to retrieve a pair of 4 ½. Mallory sat nearly jumping around patiently while the sales clerk to her sweet ass time in the back. The one thing she hated was NOT getting the shoes that she wanted. She’d fight a bitch if need be.

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[ROSE MERCER]

So.

So.

So she had technically promised her Uncle that she would not waste her ENTIRE check on cloths. And she would stay true to the word. Her ENTIRE check would not be spent.

Just some of it...

Nothing wrong with that.

And nothing wrong with the fact that she probably wouldn't be mentioning this little shopping excursion to Uncle Fernando. Or Stefano and Hiro. They ran their mouths too much...

Rose put out the cigarette before entering the mall, and over the course of an hour had spent 2/3rds of her pay check. Her hands were red from carrying the many boutique bags, her feet sore and blistering. With her mind suddenly on feet, she turned her attention 'Shoes for thought', where she had gotten the black boots on her feet two weeks previous. Her dark brown hair flushed around her as she entered, looking for something to catch her eye.

And catch her eye it did.

As if drawn to it by some sort of magic, Rose looked at the red, glittering, shoes in awe. "Excuse me?" Rose said suddenly, grabbing the arm of a passing sales woman, her dark blue eyes flashing with their special intensity. "I need these in 4 1/2." Puzzled the woman nodded, and motioned Rose to go to the counter where another girl was waiting. Annoyed at not even getting a word, Rose marched over to the sales desk, wondering how the hell she was going to eat for the next two weeks. Maybe she'd drop by Guillermo's. The idea made her lips curl, remembering their encounter.

And she was sure he'd appreciate how she looked in her latest Victoria Secret merchandise....

Rose gave a fleeting smile to the girl, who seemed to be also waiting for some service. The woman returned, baring two matching shoe boxes, with two pairs of matching, sparkling, stilettos.

Well... that was a coincidence.

"Well..." Rose said, her safe, monotone voice kicking in; as she did not know if this was similar to wearing the same dress to the same party. "I must say you have excellent taste."

MALLORY TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO WOOT WOOT!! I'M SO IN LOVE WITH SHOPPING, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED/UNFINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 348. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT ROSE!. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory heard the door open and her head turned to see who had infact decided to make a day out of shopping for a gorgeous pair of shoes. Her eyes caught sight of a teenage girl that had the fashion sense of Terrah the Bitch, yet it was much better looking on this girl. Maybe it was because this girl looked similar to Mallory, but much less spunky and cute. She watched as the girl noticed the same pair of shoes that Mallory had just called back for. This girl was gaining more and more points in Mallory’s book by the second.

When she heard the girl request for a size 4½, Mallory turned her head and acted ‘normal.’ She waited and fought the urge to look at the girl, because she was wearing a creepy smile. When she felt the girl next to her, she slightly turned and smiled back. She wanted to comment on the girl’s outfit, or heafty amount of bags that the girl held, but then the sales clerk came around front with TWO boxes.

Lucky for the girl, both boxes were size 4½, and lucky for Mallory she would possibly gain a friend. If nothing else, a shopping buddy. Hell, this girl could help Mallory splurge some of ‘her’ money. “We both have amazing taste.” Mallory agreed happily as the sales clerk started to ring up her shoes. “Oh, I’ll cover them both.” She stated to the sales clerk. Mallory didn’t give the girl enough time to object before she slid her credit card and typed in her PIN number.

After the sales clerk bagged their shoes, Mallory turned to the girl with a wide smile. “Mallory. That’s my name. Yeah, I felt like I should splurge a little, so I was just instinctive to be….generous.” She hadn’t used that word before, and it felt weird. What was Mallory becoming? What happened to Queen Bitch? Had Terrah used up most of Mallory’s bitchiness, so now she was becoming a softie? Screw it…Mallory needed friends. “Sorry. I just have the money to spend, so I get a little crazy.”

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[ROSE MERCER]

“We both have amazing taste. Oh, I’ll cover them both.” Mallory's generosity was... startling. Torn between her dislike of hand outs (excluding her uncle. He was family) and her love of expensive shoes, Rose was dealing with a five second internal battle.

Here's a hint, the shoes won.

“Mallory. That’s my name. Yeah, I felt like I should splurge a little, so I was just instinctive to be….generous.” Oh shoes, is their nothing you can't do? Bringing together even a debutant and a garage slummer? Shoes were magic, that's all there was too it. "I'm Rose. And never, ever, ever, apologize for taking the bill on shoes. Please, by all means, be generous. Be generous all over the mall." Rose laugh, torn between wanting the girl to think she was kidding, and wanting her to take her serious.

Decisions, decisions.

“Sorry. I just have the money to spend, so I get a little crazy.”

"Honey, I wish I had your problem." Rose laughed, trying to get the girl to stop apologizing. Amongst things that Rose detested was men who cried, men who clung, and people who said 'sorry' when there was nothing to be sorry about. "But I feel required to return the favor. How about a smoothie? Not exactly brand new shoes, but it's damn tasty." Rose's smile was surprisingly friendly, though it was obvious smiling so much conflicted with her grave nature.

MALLORY TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO WOOT WOOT!! I'M SO IN LOVE WITH SHOPPING, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED/UNFINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 237. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT ROSE!. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory smiled as Rose spoke. “I don’t know. Stick with me and I could be stocking up your closet.” Mallory stated with a sly wink and smile at the end. She loved having money and shopping, but she lacked the proper shopping buddy. You know, that friend that you take to the mall and y’all spend countless hours picking clothes out and trying them on, yet y’all only end up buying a few things. Mallory was in dire need of one of those, especially since she was starting college soon. Rose definitely could help her out pick out some new, trendy outfits.

Mallory laughed at Rose’s comment. Didn’t everyone want to be filthy rich? Mallory would love to be rich and loved. Rose probably has love in her life. Mallory felt a pang of envy strike her heart. Mallory listened as Rose offered to buy smoothies. Oh YES. Mallory loved a good smoothie after a healthy days worth of shoe shopping. “Agreed. Let’s go.” Mallory said a bit overly excited as she grabbed the four bags of shoes and practically started to drag Rose out the store.

“So, did you go to the Academy? Or, are you a newbie of New York?” Mallory said with a smile as she turned to look at Rose’s profile. Damn, this girl was gorgeous. Mallory slyly wrapped her arm through Rose’s. Very Girlfriend like. She smiled as she noticed a few wandering eyes linger on Rose and herself.

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[ROSE MERCER]

“I don’t know. Stick with me and I could be stocking up your closet.” Rose looked at Mallory, shocked to see that she had opted to take her serious, but shrugged it off. It was this girls money, after all. She could do with it what she like. And so long as Rose intended to purchase the things herself, Mallory was more than welcome to claim the bill.

Smoothies were a favorite of Rose, especially Mango... or Mocha. Pomegranate was good too. She wasn't much a fan of Strawberry Banana though... Anyway, it seemed Mallory shared this liking as well. "Great. Let's go to the Groovy Smoothie,. they make them way better than Orange Julius..."

Rose couldn't help but laugh, nicely, at Mallory's question. "You mean that fancy Boarding school? Nah, I went to Public. I'm a Freshmen at J. Barrie at the moment though... at least I think I still am." Rose explained, her tone light and free from worry. Her Uncle, who had no children of his own, had promised Rose the Shop someday. College was just a way to kill time, to appease Uncle Fernando and his crusade for Rose to have everything that he didn't. "And I'm a New York Native. Mallory looped her arm around Rose's, who accepted this as something girls did with their friends.

Girls had never been particularly fond of Rose. Her queer sense of humor, her gruff nature, affinity for cars, and promiscuous ways had never really endeared her to the female aspect of her species. And as far as guy friends went... well their was Stefano and Hiro. But they were work friends. And their was Guillermo... who was... her belly-bumping-buddy? How long could that last though?

Looking at Mallory, her bright blue eyes bore their usual intensity. "So, what about you? New York native or a New Comer to this fair city..." There was a slight tone of sarcasm, as Rose had grown up in a less than fair part of New York.

MALLORY TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO WOOT WOOT!! I'M SO IN LOVE WITH SHOPPING, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED/UNFINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 336. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT ROSE!. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mmmmm…Groovy Smoothie was EXACTLY where Mallory had her mind set on going whether Rose wanted to or not. She remembered the last night she went to Orange Julius…She had to stay home from food poisoning from spoiled fruits. Her parents didn’t come back home to see if she was okay. She didn’t get a phone call, yet the doctor did. Shaking her head and hopefully the memory, Mallory replaced the frown with another smile.

“Oh. My parents NEVER considered sending me to Public school. ‘Mallory, the Torres are too good for the scum that go there.’ Was what my father told me. But you DON’T look like scum.” She said, which might have been a bit much, but when did Mallory ever have control of her own words? “Look sorry. That was a bit much.” Mallory said with a little smile. “Sometimes I just start rambling.” She added before biting her lower lip.

Mallory turned to look into Rose’s eyes. “I born and raised here. Parents are the highest class.” Mallory said with a shrug. She didn’t like talking about her parents. “So, favorite part of New York? Favorite Boutique?” Mallory let two questions escape her lips before she forced her mouth shut. Rather not play 2 questions.

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[ROSE MERCER]

“Oh. My parents NEVER considered sending me to Public school. ‘Mallory, the Torres are too good for the scum that go there.’ Was what my father told me. But you DON’T look like scum.” Rose wondered if she should be offended by the incredibly ignorant words, but in all honesty, she wasn't that surprised. At any rate, Mallory seemed to realize the faux pas. “Look sorry. That was a bit much. Sometimes I just start rambling.”

Rose brushed it off, obviously not that fazed by it. "Chica, don't worry about it. Your Dad's right, at least for my school. Bunch of idiots and gangbangers. But I hear some of those Public School's are alright."

The pair arrived at the Groovy Smoothie as Mallory began to explain her background. “I born and raised here. Parents are the highest class.” The way Mallory replied, in a fluttery voice, Rose could tell that this had its benefits and downfalls. Rose ordered a Mango smoothie as Mallory inquired a little more about her. “So, favorite part of New York? Favorite Boutique?”

It was a hard question, as Rose loved a great deal many things about New York. Almost as much as she hated them. Especially as many of the sites had a great appeal to Rose. Yankee Stadium was the home of one of her few good memories with her Father, while Down the Rabbit Hole always promised a great deal of fun when she wanted to go out. The Wandering Goose Cafe had the best pie, and the carousel in Central Park had a nice nostalgic feeling to it. "What's not to like? New York has something for everyone." Rose replied in a neutral voice. "Juguetes rotos Motors is probably where I spend the most time, but if we're talking about Boutiques I love The Fringe. It's where I got this dress. And of course Shoes for Thought. Shoes are a bit of a weakness for me." Because shoes were Magic. Shoes expressed personalities, brought people together, served whatever function you wanted them to for the evening.

Yes, shoes were a definite weakness for Rose Mercer.

MALLORY TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO WOOT WOOT!! I'M SO IN LOVE WITH SHOPPING, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 395. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT ROSE!. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory sighed when Rose didn’t snap on Mallory’s comment. “Well, Daddy wouldn’t allow it, even if it was better than a private school, but we are in college now. No need to worry about stupid things, like my father.” Mallory said as they walked up to Groovy Smoothie.

She let Rose order before and then ordered her Banana-Strawberry Smoothie and listened to Rose. “I love New York, especially the fashion. From Coco to DeJoria, fashion is practically my life.” Mallory listened as Rose told her about her favorite boutiques. “Hogataes Ratoes Motors…”Mallory attempted to speak Spanish, but it sounded like shit. “Spanish is not my second language. I am more of a French-type of girl. Anyway, What was that you said? Something about Motors, right?” Mallory stated as their smoothies were finished. “You, my friend, have marvelous taste in clothes. And shoes are also my weakness. I have found that Shoes for Thought, Always, carries the newest and cutest shoes.” Mallory agreed happily.

Mallory felt relieved that she had found some girl that she could relate to, but wasn’t a bitch lie herself. She was surprised that she could actually keep up her nice façade for so long, but maybe it was real. Maybe Mallory did have an ounce of humanity still. She couldn’t entirely be a heartless slut, right? “So, Rose. Have any guys on the side? I have few, you know, just encase the first gets clingy.” Mallory said with a slight tease to her voice.

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[ROSE MERCER]

“I love New York, especially the fashion. From Coco to DeJoria, fashion is practically my life.” Rose liked this girl. Excellent taste.

She proceeded to speak in quite possibly the worst attempt at Spanish Rose had ever heard. “Hogataes Ratoes Motors… Spanish is not my second language. I am more of a French-type of girl. Anyway, What was that you said? Something about Motors, right?” Well, at least she could admit it.

"It's a Auto Shop, fixing up cars and stuff. It's where I work. I know it sounds weird, but it's like a second home. My Uncle owns it." And one day, it would become Rosaline's, as her Uncle had no children to his name. It was an arrangement Rose had mixed feelings about, but she'd rather take it then some stranger, if something was to happen to Uncle Fernando.

“You, my friend, have marvelous taste in clothes. And shoes are also my weakness. I have found that Shoes for Thought, Always, carries the newest and cutest shoes.”

Rose smiled at the compliment, grabbing her smoothie and sitting at the table. "Thank you, your not doing so bad yourself." Girl talk was so weird. Much different than the usual fart jokes she heard from Hiro and Stefano.

“So, Rose. Have any guys on the side? I have few, you know, just encase the first gets clingy.”

Rose took a drink of her smoothie, a familiar face coming into mind. "Well, I don't date. But," God, she'd been dying to tell someone about the Guillermo situation. One who would not proceed to make fart noises if she talked for too long. "I have this neighbor, named Guillermo. He's... cool. And sexy. Not in the least bit clingy. And, may I say, has Stamina." She raised her eyebrow naughtily, biting her lip before taking another drink. It was a strange thing to tell a stranger, but Mallory felt... familiar. And how often did familiar, shoe lovers, just fall on you randomly? "What about you. Give me details on the liaisons of the rich and beautiful." This was... nice.

MALLORY TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO WOOT WOOT!! I'M SO IN LOVE WITH SHOPPING, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 394. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT ROSE!. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory nearly spit when Rose said that she worked in an Auto Shop, because Mallory could stand even the thought of getting oil and grease under her freshly manicured nails. Plus, those jumpsuit things that mechanics wore were horrendous, not even a well trained fashionista such as Mallory could make that look hot. Wait, No she’d look sexier even in that, but it would cover her fun bags and ass, and she wouldn’t be comfortable. “Well, I honestly can say that I would have NEVER have guessed that you,” Gesturing to Rose’s outfit, “would be caught in an Auto Shop. You clean up..gorgeously.” Mallory stated with a smile.

Joining Rose at the table with her own smoothie, Mallory smiled at Rose’s compliment. Taking a sip, Mallory listened intently to everything that Rose said. About not dating, Guil…something being cool, sexy, and quite good in bed. “First, So this….guy…. is your neighbor/fuck buddy? I am seriously jealous of you. Most of the guys that I end up having sex with, always want more even when they say they just wanna be friends. You know hanging out, laughing, enjoying the others company, and the sex lead to them feeling something, besides a friendship. Girl, if he is really just friends, then I applaud you.” Mallory finally took a breath and then gulped down some of her smoothie.

Mallory smiled when she thought of Tyler, then she smiled wider when she thought of Will. “Well, I guess you can call me a Magician. I am currently juggling two guys, Tyler and William. Tyler is super cute, funny, and passionate, while William is dark, mysterious, and rough around the edges. They are like the perfect man, just separated. The sex is great with both of them, but each one satisfies a different…need. Per say.” Mallory’s smile had widened by the time she finished. Airing out her dirty laundry felt great.

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[ROSE MERCER]

“Well, I honestly can say that I would have NEVER have guessed that you would be caught in an Auto Shop. You clean up..gorgeously.” Her reaction wasn't surprising. The auto shop was the other half of her personality. She could get glitsed up, but she could also change her oil.

She grabbed Mallory's hand, leaning in as if letting her in on a secret. "Oh, I know what your thinking. But it's actually a huge turn on for guys. Think about it, American Muscle cars, or sleek Foreign cars, and a hot girl. Smeared with oil, light perspiration. Not enough to stink or anything, just enough to glisten and give the body a nice glossy look. And if you know how to work it, Cariña, them jump suits can look pretty damn cute. With a nice pair of high heeled carhardts, tie the top half around the waist, tight little tank top." Rose smiled at Mallory knowingly. True, that most certainly was not how it was all the time in the Shop. But Mallory didn't really need to know that.

“First, So this….guy…. is your neighbor/fuck buddy? I am seriously jealous of you. Most of the guys that I end up having sex with, always want more even when they say they just wanna be friends. You know hanging out, laughing, enjoying the others company, and the sex lead to them feeling something, besides a friendship. Girl, if he is really just friends, then I applaud you.” Rose kept her smile, though her lips became thin. No, that wasn't happening.

Instead, Rose smiled, trying to look bashful. "Oh, you know. All it's about is finding a guy who genuinely has the same idea as you. Some of those 'tough guys' are actually well disguised nesters." She laughed, obviously speaking from experience.

“Well, I guess you can call me a Magician. I am currently juggling two guys, Tyler and William. Tyler is super cute, funny, and passionate, while William is dark, mysterious, and rough around the edges. They are like the perfect man, just separated. The sex is great with both of them, but each one satisfies a different…need. Per say.” She smiled at Mallory as she explained the situation between her, Tyler, and Will. Of course she had no way of knowing that Mallory's Will was Rose's very same Guillermo. Small world.

"Girl, be careful. You might get two nesters on your hands."

MALLORY TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO WOOT WOOT!! I'M SO IN LOVE WITH SHOPPING, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 438. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT ROSE!. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!