In the clothing section of a superstore, a woman, with long light purple hair that touched her calves, stood thumbing through the clothing on a rack in front of her. She is dressed in a long sleeve blouse with just enough buttons buttoned to be on this side of modest, her jeans contour as though they were poured onto her curvaceous form.
Shuffling the clothes she lifts a cream colored top and holds it to her chest before putting it back. She let out a slight sigh as she continued to rummage through the various clothes. Walking through the lingerie section, spying a couple sets that should fit her, she stopped by the jeans. Pulling a pair that had a slight flare near the ankles and a built in belt, she tossed it into her cart. Her head bobbed as she hummed some popular song from the teenage pop star of the week, which happened to be playing on the store radio.
From the corner of her eye she sees a man in the women’s clothing section, back near the blouses where she had been not moments ago. Not an odd occurrence, he could be buying his girlfriend or wife a gift for some occasion. However what caused her to raise her eyebrows at the scene is the fact that as he held the floral blouse; he pulled it up to his chest in an action mimicking her own from a moment ago, checked the mirror in front of him, and looked around quickly before putting it into a hand basket he had on the ground. His brunette hair held bangs that drooped to cover all of the right side of his face, but from what the woman could see of his face he had hazel eyes and a fairly fey bone structure to his face.
Stepping backwards, the woman smiled a bit at the man and stood with her shapely hip cocked and one hand resting on it. Pulling one of the brassieres, which she had looked at before checking on the tops, on the rack beside her into her own basket, she flipped a spiked bang that hung down the right side of her face back behind her ear and walked towards the man, her two inch heeled boots making a staccato rhythm on the tiled floor.
“Hey there,” She looks at him, being about an inch taller than him in her heels.
He backed up, obviously not a man used to a pretty woman looking at him let alone talking to him, he stammered out, “Hello.”
She held out her hand, vertically like for a handshake before flipping it so it was palm down, “Razor Peacecraft. You are?”
“Umm, Herro, Herro … uhh… Maxwell.” He took her hand in his own before dropping his hand.
“So Herro, you a single guy?”
Taken aback by her forward attitude, Herro stammers again, “That’s … uhh … yeah.”
“So, in that case what’re you doing tonight? I’m bored and need something to do.” Razor laughed as she looked at the man up and down with her eyes, “besides a man who knows what looks good is always hard to find.”
Looking down at the blouse in his hands, Herro smiled, “Uhh, yeah it is for umm, the …”
“For you?” Razor giggles a little before softly poking Herro’s nose, the sleeve on her shirt dropping back to reveal a detailed dragon tattoo on her right forearm, “Let’s say you meet me at my grandmother's restaurant downtown on the north side. The name is ‘Autumn and Summer’s’ and it’s in the Prince’s plaza.”
“I’ve been by there at least once or twice. It has a fairly attractive lady standing outside with samples, right?”
“Yes it does, in fact once or twice I’ve been that attractive lady.”
Herro looks her up and down, “I guess I have just never gone by on those days then, because I would remember that bod- umm hair, Yeah, that hair.”
“Everyone does lover boy.” She smiled at him, “So you’ll be there right?”
“Yee..yeah.” Herro stammers out.
“Good, don’t be late now. Seven PM sharp now ya here.” Razor let out a girlish giggle as she sauntered away from herro, she could feel his gaze on her as intended until she turned the corner out of his line of sight.
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Watching the dominant, yet enticingly attractive woman walk away from him Herro looked at the shirt he held in his hands again before realizing what he was doing. He dropped it into his basket and walked out of the women’s clothing section.
“I knew I should have changed before I did that!” Herro muttered to himself, “Now I have a date with a pushy girl who probably thinks I’m a crossdresser.”
He walked by a rack of DVD’s and picked one up and glanced at the back before walking towards the front of the store. As he rounded an aisle he nearly ran into another woman. Staggering back to keep from hitting her, he falls onto his butt, sending his hand basket skittering across the linoleum of the floor. She was turning the corner into the aisle as he was coming out, so it wasn’t entirely his fault.
“Watch where you’re going, ya buffoon.” The woman chided him as she pushed a brown lock of hair, matching Herro’s in color, behind an ear and looked down at him, her eyes matching his also, the only difference being her voice had quite a southern inclination, “Oh, ‘s just you.”
Looking up at her, his gaze squarely locked on her face, “Yeah, it’s me.”
“Well here suga’,” She put her hand down in an effort to help him up, “I guess with you I’m not surprised to get ran over.”
Grabbing her hand and pulling himself to his feet, before promptly dusting himself off, “and I for one am not surprised this is my fault, sister dear.”
“So what’re ya buying today Herro honey?” his sister peers into his basket, “Nice blouse, ya got there.”
Sweeping the basket into his hands, Herro nods, “Thanks Tsukiko but I have work to do or something like that. So can’t stay to talk today.”
“Ya’ll never want to talk with me,” Tsukiko sneers, “But Ay understand. Nine months was too long a time to spend with your sister, so ya make every effort to avoid it now eh hon?”
“Remind me again I’m only a few minutes older than you.” Herro turned around and started back towards the checkout. Turning around one more time, Herro mimics Tsukiko’s accent a little heavy-handedly, “Tell ma and pa howdy the next time ya’ll see ‘em.”
Narrowing her eyes, Tsukiko stared at his back for a minute before turning towards the frozen foods section, shaking her head as she went.
Walking out the exit Razor, held her plastic bags in one hand and a small trinket from a quarter machine in the other. As she walked out the door, a taller man with a short slightly spiked green hairdo and a scar from his left cheekbone to chin, approached her and gave a bow, “Highness, your father wants you to come home for a celebration in honor of the birthdays of your two youngest sisters.”
Turning up to the man, Razor nodded, “How goes it Archer? What have I told you about ‘Highness’ in public? Sheesh, I think you do it just to annoy me.”
Archer grinned, his teeth white against his deeply suntanned skin, “It seems I’ve been found out. Whatever shall I do?”
Razor’s eyes narrowed, “Not your best attempt at humor there. Tell my dad, I’ll be home for the party, but I still have some unfinished business out this way.”
Bowing and raising himself back up, Archer still grinned, “As you wish, Lady Razor. Although I also come bearing another message. This one is from Lady Summer.”
“Summer?” Razor stopped walking forward and raised an eyebrow questioningly, “What could she want through you? I see her most nights back at the restaurant, whether she’s working or not.”
“She wanted me to tell you ‘Sister, get some propane tanks. The tank outside has a broken valve. So get some tanks and get your scrawny Amazon ass back here now’.”
“Scrawny?” Razor fakes a pout as she looks behind her at her behind, “I think that part was uncalled for, don’t you? I’m not scrawny in any regards am I, Archey-poo?”
“Oh, don’t start that. You only play up the girly girly when you want something.” Archer waved his hands in front of himself.
An evil grin spread across Razor’s face, “Darn straight I do. I know how to get what I want, especially from my father.
“But did my sister know you would be stopping to see me?”
Archer nods and takes some of Razor’s bags as they walk towards a deep amethyst low riding sports car. As they approached the trunk popped open and Razor slid a key fob key back into her front jean pocket. She slipped the mass of bags she carried into the trunk as Archer did the same with the few he carried.
Turning to Archer, a smile grew on Razor’s face and she hugged him, laying a peck of a kiss on his cheek, “Thank you a lot Archer.”
Archer turned a slight shade of red as her body pushed against him, “… It’s okay Prince Razor, Really” His voice sounded like he was trying to convince himself of something or deliver bad news.
Archer shook his head without speaking. Glancing at him with an eyebrow raised Razor asked, her arms akimbo, “What do you want to say Archer?”
“Just this Highness. Calling you ‘Prince’ while you look,” He looked her up and down, “Like that, always makes people completely confused.”
Razor laughed, “Looking like what? Curvy in all the right places?”
“Yes Highness, that exactly,” Archer said with a cough.
“Ehh,” Razor shrugged, “I’ve heard it all. Hate the princess title and really it doesn’t disturb me, so it shouldn’t disturb you.”
Archer sighed as he shut the trunk and bowed to Razor again, “Yes well, I delivered my messages and will now be on my way highness. Enjoy the rest of your day.” Archer walked away, leaving Razor alone at her car.
Getting into the driver’s side and starting the car with the push of a button, Razor glanced in her rearview mirror and saw Archer with his hand on his own dark colored Jeep, with his head down, “Sorry Archer, you’re just so fun to torment. Granted if I made you really mad I’d run like hell because you are a demon in the form of a man.”