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Post by Asher on Oct 22, 2009 20:51:29 GMT -5
Asher scowled as she was dragged by the women around the city, acting like a child. She hadn't complained yet, as she kept her word to Gabi, but that didn't mean she wouldn't express her displeasure in other ways, such as scowling and taking her damned time when it came to trying on the dresses.
She had only agreed to the dresses, shoes and everything else were another bargain, and despite what Ian may have said about being able to convince her, the man didn't have the same sex drive that she did, so he wouldn't have been able to keep up with her. Although, he was getting better, she would admit that.
None of the males were along, seeing as they had finally found Fina a boyfriend, and now everyone teased her about purpling and made her blush. Although this time, it was their turn to get revenge on Asher, as to what, she wasn't quite sure.
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 6, 2009 23:06:10 GMT -5
Gabriel huffed at the young woman, quite beyond mildly irritated that she was dragging her feet like a child. There had actually been a few times where she'd had to pick her up like one and carry her over her shoulder down the street. "If you don't pick up the pace, I'll carry you like a sack of potatoes again," she snapped, already quite done with the situation. Hell, the only reason she was still here now was because she was the only one capable of dealing with Asher's attitude besides Ian (and brave enough to actually carry through with her threat), and Mama had wanted her to help pick out dresses. "The girl's and Mama are almost at the store and we're still half-way down the damn block."
And indeed Mama and the three elder Cato sisters were waiting for them at the entrance of the bridal store, waving earnestly for them to hurry. So help her God...
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Post by Asher on Nov 6, 2009 23:12:04 GMT -5
Asher scowled at the arch-angel, the displeasure clear across her face as she sighed, moving so she was at least walking next to the arch-angel. "You just like feeling up my ass," she said in response, switching to a language only Gabriel would understand.
She shoved a hand through her hair, loose today since any hair accessory could be used as a weapon in her hands. Well, nearly anything could, as they had found out when some over-zealous attendant had attempted to make her put on some lingerie. Who imagined a corset could be used like that?
"And I highly doubt God will help you in this matter. Seems more like your dear boyfriend would be better," she said. "Speaking of, why don't you go model dresses for him. I'm sure he'd appreciate that as well as taking the garter off," she said.
When they finally reached the store, the tiny Hawaiian schooled her face into a neutral expression, answering each of the attendant's questions in a noncommittal manner. It was her way of 'subtly' pissing off these women. Fucking psychopathic bridezillas...
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 6, 2009 23:20:41 GMT -5
The angel rolled her eyes at her and promptly told the poor attendants the information needed and sent the Catos and Mama with them to help pick a dress; she'd get her own revenge later. "He's too pissed off at me to talk right now. He found out about our deal and called me a two-timing whore," she shrugged, only slightly bothered by the fact that it was like calling the kettle black. "Stupid bastard gets so uptight that I swear I'm the one wearing the pants."
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Post by Asher on Nov 6, 2009 23:26:36 GMT -5
"Surprised he hasn't paid me a visit. Or was me getting pregnant his petty revenge?" she said idly as she examined her nails, ignoring the chatter around her with an icy air similar to that of Gabriel's. She watched the other women in the shop scurry around, violet eyes bored and just this side of becoming a pyromaniac again.
Where she had acquired the lighter, no one was sure of, but she was standing there playing with the Zippo, flipping the lid open and closed, open and closed. It was disconcerting to everyone in the room who was not used to her, but it was oddly comforting to her since this was one of her legitimate fears.
"And that's calling the kettle black," she muttered. "Small wonder I only fucked and didn't date," she mused aloud.
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 7, 2009 0:22:57 GMT -5
Gabriel sneered at the thought, and all the women wondered about them; they weren't exactly 'blushing bride' material. "I often wonder why I agreed to date him myself. It most certainly wasn't for the children." And it wasn't because he was good in the sack. Now that he had virtually turned her into a sexual being, there was no shortage of males in the world with which to scratch her itch, but she was an angel of her word. She would give this a 'try' and see where it led them. Although since she was already 'cheating', she may as well go out and find someone he hadn't already slept with himself.
These were the thoughts running through her mind as the girls and Mama returned with a frazzled assistant and several white dresses in tow. They paused upon seeing the downright chilly smile she was giving them. "Let's do this," she cackled, grabbing Ash by the hand and dragging her to an empty changing room.
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Post by Asher on Nov 7, 2009 0:27:06 GMT -5
Asher arched an eyebrow at her earlier comments then narrowed her eyes at the return of the dresses. When Gabi grabbed her hand, she stumbled for a second, righting herself in time to be able to walk to the dressing room.
"If we're going to do this, the that damn anorexic bitch stays the fuck out," she said, glaring at the attendant who took several steps back before she realized what she had done. Before she could square her shoulders and reassert her dignity, Asher slammed the door shut in the woman's face, immediately stripping off her shirt, knowing the drill.
"What the hell's got your panties in a twist, besides our common pain in the ass?"
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 7, 2009 0:33:31 GMT -5
"Don't worry," Bettina told the frazzled woman cheerfully. "She's like that with everyone."
Celia nodded as gravely as Bettina was cheerful. "Yeah. Although why she's worried about YOU seeing her naked is beyond me; she's got a hotter body then any supermodel I've ever seen."
Abelie and Mama just shook their heads and waited.
Gabriel, meanwhile, was busy helping Asher into dress number one. "He called me a whore," she told her simply and without pause. "That's about it. Oh, and threatend to take my children away. As if he's the one who carried them for months after he stuck his toothpick in my cheesesquare." She'd gotten rather creative with her words since taking up residence on earth, and her sarcasm just got worse and worse the more she learned. Her fellow angels were starting to fear for their dignities the longer she stayed there; her visits were not pleasent ones.
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Post by Asher on Nov 7, 2009 0:37:22 GMT -5
"Then tell him to fuck off," Asher replied, somehow managing to squirm her way into the dress and not complain when the arch-angel pinched her with the zipper, although she did send her a dark look.
The tattoos she had showed through plainly, and would probably give the attendant a heart attack when she stepped back out, especially because she had her piercings in too. Eyebrow, one lip, ever present tongue and all her ear piercings in.
When she opened the door, she crossed her arms over her chest, idly amused because the dress pooled on the floor around her feet because she was so tiny. "Anorexic bitch, if you touch me, I'm going to strangle you with a veil."
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 7, 2009 0:48:28 GMT -5
The angel fought to keep a snicker in as she rolled her eyes for show, stepping forward to fix the fabric of the dress herself while the woman cowered. She'd be getting a pretty big tip for putting up with them later.
The vote on the dress was an instant no, the girls picking apart the various things that were wrong with it while Mama berated the angel for letting Ash into something that made her tan look so fake. Raising her eyebrows at the women, she immediately shuffled the Hawaiian back inside and stripped her herself. "Guess that one was a no," she stated with little humor. "And I did. He seemed rather suprised by my use of expletives. I think the last time I cursed so foully, I was giving birth."
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Post by Asher on Nov 7, 2009 0:52:16 GMT -5
Asher laughed immediately stepping out of the dress. "Don't they realize that because all these damn things are white, they'll make my tan look fake no matter what?" she muttered with a roll of her eyes as she tossed the dress out, squarely hitting the attendant.
Giving a mental victory, she closed the door again, not really caring if everyone saw, standing there while Gabi put her into another dress. To her, they were all the same and she just stood there like a doll while the other women dressed her up and down.
So she decided to start singing the Barbie Girl song.
"You can brush my hair, undress me anywhere. Life in plastic, it's fantastic!" she sang, imitating the girl from Aqua.
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 7, 2009 1:01:24 GMT -5
"I swear to Him, if you keep singing that ill forsaken song, I am going to knock you out and drag you to the altar, Ian's and your fears be damned," she snapped, struggling with the buttons on yet another dress. It was a much simpler number (deffinitely nothing eleborate about it), with long sleeves and an off the shoulder and sweetheart neckline. The dress was tapered at the hips to give it a sort of princessy feel. "Could you please at least look at yourself in the mirror before barging out there this time?"
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Post by Asher on Nov 7, 2009 1:06:28 GMT -5
"They all look stupid and ridiculous and the same," she said, stopping with the song for the time being as she pretended to look at herself in the mirror. "I'm 5'3", all of these are too long," she muttered before opening the door again and stepping out, glaring at the attendant who had edged closer.
"I swear that if you don't back the fuck up I am going to shank your anorexic bitch ass," she muttered. The girl probably had a knife somewhere, but where it was was beyond anyone's knowledge.
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 7, 2009 1:13:57 GMT -5
The girls were staring at them with wide eyes, now mildly surprised to see her in such a foul mood. "They fix the dress so that it fits you know," Mama informed her dryly, completely unperturbed; she'd seen the girl crying in a heap behind a toilet. There was no way the wild look in her eyes was going to scare her away. "Come, let me help."
Gabriel stepped aside dutifully so that Mama could yank and tweak the dress, watching in mild amusement. "Do try not to terrorize the attendants; it's not your fault you made a deal with the devil," she replied with a sardonic grin.
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Post by Asher on Nov 7, 2009 1:16:56 GMT -5
"Unless you and Lucy have swapped roles, I haven't," Asher stated dryly. "And keep me the fuck outta your soap opera, I don't want to be in it anymore than I have to," she muttered as she let Mama tug the dress into place.
Asher just hated being touched by people she didn't know in a place she was uncomfortable to be in in the first place. She had no control in this situation, but when she was stripping, there were rules firmly in place and she couldn't be touched without express permission.
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