Having purposely remained quiet and trying to finish her own food, she did not comment when Connie spilled. Goodness knows she spilled a lot on herself most days. Just made her date all the more real and human. Though Nyra wished she hadn't brushed it off onto the ground, but that did ensure a job for the cleaning crew. She finished her meal with only one forkfull landing prematurely onto the table.
"I think thats all the things we had to do here tonight." She smiled at Connie after listening to the list. "Lets head to the dollar store so we can pick up the melter, it sounds smaller than a quilt."
She gathered all of their trash, wiped down the table with a napkin and dropped the whole bunch in the trashcan. Her empty water bottle went in the plastic recycle can. Brushing a hand across her laps to ensure nothing had fallen on her of the meal and she was ready. She clasped Connie's hand in her own and they set off to the dollar store.
Exploring the Mall and Possibilities
(Continued from Voicemail )
Thankfully the short drive to the mall was uneventful and Nyra managed to keep her mind on the drive and not her passenger. Parking in the garage, near an entrance made the walk short. They walked in between a large chain store, cheap shoe store and a uniform shop. It can only get better from there, she figured.
She gently took Connie's hand in hers and threaded their fingers together. "So where do you want to stop first?"
Nyra
18 years ago
Connie
18 years ago
The dollar store was reminiscent of thousands across the United States; stacks of cereal and just-add-water dinner boxes, end caps of cheap knock-off carbonated beverages. Aisles of bins full of assorted oddities like cup-tops (to keep out flies), tie hangers, ugly placemats, and candle melters.
Connie enjoyed shopping in dollar stores, as with flea markets, as sometimes there were objects you'd never expect would exist - like a double-ended spaghetti fork/ladle - and never realized you couldn't live without.
Like the candle melter. As Connie and Nyra strolled slowly up and down the aisles, the taller explained exactly what the "candle melter" is. "Basically, it's a hot plate, but it doesn't get so hot as to boil, just enough ta heat the candle container and slowly melt the wax, releasing the scent. Takes at least four times as long to evaporate, too. And no smoke or wicks to worry about. Though it is kinda fun watchin' the top layer of wax melt, then seein' the wick fall down inside like a snake."
Down the kitchen aisle, some of those "ugly placemats" caught Connie's eye, and she stopped suddenly, drawing Nyra to a pause. Connie stepped forward and bent at the waist, peering into a low bin (mindful of the fact her bottom was pointed right at Nyra) and made excited "oooh" sounds.
She reached in and pulled out a couple placemats, straightened, and held them in front of her chest, wiggling them back and forth to show Nyra.
The placemats weren't so ugly - they were a picture of a dinner table with a rather Thanksgiving-ish repast... Soup, fresh vegetables, a half-gourd with some sort of dip, and a meal that looked almost vegetarian.
Connie enjoyed shopping in dollar stores, as with flea markets, as sometimes there were objects you'd never expect would exist - like a double-ended spaghetti fork/ladle - and never realized you couldn't live without.
Like the candle melter. As Connie and Nyra strolled slowly up and down the aisles, the taller explained exactly what the "candle melter" is. "Basically, it's a hot plate, but it doesn't get so hot as to boil, just enough ta heat the candle container and slowly melt the wax, releasing the scent. Takes at least four times as long to evaporate, too. And no smoke or wicks to worry about. Though it is kinda fun watchin' the top layer of wax melt, then seein' the wick fall down inside like a snake."
Down the kitchen aisle, some of those "ugly placemats" caught Connie's eye, and she stopped suddenly, drawing Nyra to a pause. Connie stepped forward and bent at the waist, peering into a low bin (mindful of the fact her bottom was pointed right at Nyra) and made excited "oooh" sounds.
She reached in and pulled out a couple placemats, straightened, and held them in front of her chest, wiggling them back and forth to show Nyra.
The placemats weren't so ugly - they were a picture of a dinner table with a rather Thanksgiving-ish repast... Soup, fresh vegetables, a half-gourd with some sort of dip, and a meal that looked almost vegetarian.
Nyra
18 years ago
At the explaination of a candle melter, Nyra was interested but not enough to pick one up for herself. They might be nice some times but her loft already had enough odors in it, acrylics, drying paint, turpentine, sealant. Adding more to it could only complicate it more. She would just have to enjoy Connie's, she thought with a grin.
Watching the other woman rumage through the placemats was interesting. Her pretty rear was pointed out for all to see and enjoy, Nyra did so with a grin. She took a step closer as Connie brought up a not quite hideous sample.
Quietly in the other womans ear she huskily said "You may want to be careful where you point that, it may get noticed." She lightly ran the back of her fingers gently down the small of Connie's back to the top of her rear before removing her hand. Nyra was unsure where this boldness came from, except that the situation had presented itself and she had not restrained herself. Her blush was so hot she was sure Connie could feel it.
"Placemats are ok, but I generally eat sitting in the bean bag chairs personally. Now coasters, would be helpful to me."
Watching the other woman rumage through the placemats was interesting. Her pretty rear was pointed out for all to see and enjoy, Nyra did so with a grin. She took a step closer as Connie brought up a not quite hideous sample.
Quietly in the other womans ear she huskily said "You may want to be careful where you point that, it may get noticed." She lightly ran the back of her fingers gently down the small of Connie's back to the top of her rear before removing her hand. Nyra was unsure where this boldness came from, except that the situation had presented itself and she had not restrained herself. Her blush was so hot she was sure Connie could feel it.
"Placemats are ok, but I generally eat sitting in the bean bag chairs personally. Now coasters, would be helpful to me."
Connie
18 years ago
The heat radiating from Nyra only sparked that inside Connie even more as artist fingers trailed teasingly down her back. Sweet breath, whisper-propelled by her soft yet strong voice tickled her ear.
If they hadn't been in a store with so many children and old ladies, Connie might have pushed her up against a support pole and kissed her soundly.
Breathing heavily, Connie replied, noting Nyra's blush, "Well, I'll get them for me, and we can look for coasters too."
If they hadn't been in a store with so many children and old ladies, Connie might have pushed her up against a support pole and kissed her soundly.
Breathing heavily, Connie replied, noting Nyra's blush, "Well, I'll get them for me, and we can look for coasters too."
Nyra
18 years ago
"Actually lets hurry up a bit and get the bedding you need before we cause a scene." She said at the hungry look Connie gave her. While pleased that a single light touch conjured that look, Nyra was not quite sure she was ready to deal with it yet. So she smiled but stepped back.
Connie
18 years ago
With a childish lilt in her voice, Connie whispered as she passed Nyra on her way to the register, "You started it."
Four twenty eight; Connie counted out bills and coins and thanked the older woman at the register.
Penney's was quiet and nearly empty, but for a few younger kids loitering near the entrance, chatting across an aisle with one of the jewelry or perfume attendants. A security guard stood nearby with a grumpy look on his face; Connie assumed he had told them to vacate the store if they weren't going to purchase anything and harass the employees, but they seemed to have found a way to circumvent his directive. She rolled her eyes and skirted the huddle of badly-dressed metalfaced teen snots and moved with Nyra into the Housewares section of the store.
"Is that little sofa in your place what you sleep on? That's a futon, isn't it? Is it comfortable?"
Four twenty eight; Connie counted out bills and coins and thanked the older woman at the register.
Penney's was quiet and nearly empty, but for a few younger kids loitering near the entrance, chatting across an aisle with one of the jewelry or perfume attendants. A security guard stood nearby with a grumpy look on his face; Connie assumed he had told them to vacate the store if they weren't going to purchase anything and harass the employees, but they seemed to have found a way to circumvent his directive. She rolled her eyes and skirted the huddle of badly-dressed metalfaced teen snots and moved with Nyra into the Housewares section of the store.
"Is that little sofa in your place what you sleep on? That's a futon, isn't it? Is it comfortable?"
Nyra
18 years ago
She happily walked beside Connie through the mall. In Penney's they walked around a group of teenagers. They were dressed quite amusingly and Nyra did her best to not laugh. She was sure that her outfit of loose broomstick skirt and tunic were quite amusing to them, so they were even.
She listened to Connie as they entered Housewares. "Is that little sofa in your place what you sleep on? That's a futon, isn't it? Is it comfortable?" Thoughtfully "It is and it isnt. When you use it as a couch it can be hard after a prolonged time on it. As a bed its ok but not the best I have slept on, not the worst either. I only got it because I knew I wouldnt keep it and that the salvation army would take it because it folds into small pieces."
She felt sad at the mention of leaving but that was several weeks off. "I have a nice Queen size memory foam bed in Oregon. Its amazingly comfy."
She listened to Connie as they entered Housewares. "Is that little sofa in your place what you sleep on? That's a futon, isn't it? Is it comfortable?" Thoughtfully "It is and it isnt. When you use it as a couch it can be hard after a prolonged time on it. As a bed its ok but not the best I have slept on, not the worst either. I only got it because I knew I wouldnt keep it and that the salvation army would take it because it folds into small pieces."
She felt sad at the mention of leaving but that was several weeks off. "I have a nice Queen size memory foam bed in Oregon. Its amazingly comfy."
Connie
18 years ago
"Yer welcome of course to share mah bed whenever you please, Nyra."
It was out of Connie's mouth before she realized. It brought her up short, and as they were just entering the bedding area, Connie grabbed a pillow from a large metal bin and held it to her face, falling safely on a sofa at the edge, feeling her face heat the pillow.
She mumbled into the pillow. "I cmt beleew uuu snd dnt. Nnn mmm ggd, zheez gmma thmk uur zhush n snnt."
It was out of Connie's mouth before she realized. It brought her up short, and as they were just entering the bedding area, Connie grabbed a pillow from a large metal bin and held it to her face, falling safely on a sofa at the edge, feeling her face heat the pillow.
She mumbled into the pillow. "I cmt beleew uuu snd dnt. Nnn mmm ggd, zheez gmma thmk uur zhush n snnt."
Nyra
18 years ago
Being pleasantly shocked and aroused by the offer, Nyra could barely restrain her giggle as Connie burried her face in a pillow. She struck a pose, pretended her hand was a fan and said to the beautiful woman lamenting in front of her in the worst Scarlet O'Hare voice "I do believe you have designs on my innocence! What ever shall I do!"
She paused dramatically before continuing, hoping to make Connie laugh or at least release the pillow. "Though, I do declaire your silver tongue is quite adept at" another dramatic pause "flattery."
She paused dramatically before continuing, hoping to make Connie laugh or at least release the pillow. "Though, I do declaire your silver tongue is quite adept at" another dramatic pause "flattery."
Connie
18 years ago
Connie tried extremely hard not to laugh at Nyra's Scarlet imitation. Instead, she lowered the pillow, feigning fear, and asked with a quaver in her voice, "Oh, please don't tell me I sound like that, I never did like Scarlet O'Hara much and I really really do hope my accent is a bit more refined than that..."
Nyra
18 years ago
Laughing too hard to continue her impression "Of course you dont sound like that silly! I sound like that when I try to pull off the accent. You are more like warmed honey, slow and sweet with just a touch of heat."
Blushing at the things that just pop out of her mouth, Nyra snatched up the pillow. Tossing it back into the bin and pulled Connie to her feet. "I believe we were looking for sheets and a quilt. Lets get a wiggle on girl!"
Blushing at the things that just pop out of her mouth, Nyra snatched up the pillow. Tossing it back into the bin and pulled Connie to her feet. "I believe we were looking for sheets and a quilt. Lets get a wiggle on girl!"
Connie
18 years ago
As she popped off the couch, Connie kissed Nyra on the cheek. "I do declare, Nyra McGurn, I think you just made my night, no one's ever complimented me so wonderfully about mah accent befoah."
Smiling, she noticed the throw-pillow she'd grabbed had a rather interesting moon-sun dual imprint on it, and stuffed it under her arm. "Bedsheets, quilt, and throw pillow!"
Giggling the pair wandered around poking matresses and pillows before reaching the bedclothes area. As she spread the hanging racks of sample cloth, Connie's mouth ran away with her brain, "I couldn't help but be thinkin' bout heading to the -other- bedclothes area, but maybe next time."
Cotton, satin, flannel, but no silk... Not that the vampire'd buy silk bedsheets - maybe just a pillowcase - and selected a set of navy blue flannel sheets, as well as some of black satin and white cotton (four hundred thread count). Almost talking to herself, but more as explanation for Nyra, she said, "Don't usually get patterned sheets. No sense makin' the bed look purty if'n I'm not going to be seein' it much, yanno?"
Connie tucked the three sets of sheets under her other arm, then playfully patted Nyra's behind with the pillow. "On to quilts, dear one."
Connie looked around and couldn't find any quilts, until she looked in the aisle just on the other side of the bedsheets. "Rightfully clever place to put them, hmm?"
Smiling, she noticed the throw-pillow she'd grabbed had a rather interesting moon-sun dual imprint on it, and stuffed it under her arm. "Bedsheets, quilt, and throw pillow!"
Giggling the pair wandered around poking matresses and pillows before reaching the bedclothes area. As she spread the hanging racks of sample cloth, Connie's mouth ran away with her brain, "I couldn't help but be thinkin' bout heading to the -other- bedclothes area, but maybe next time."
Cotton, satin, flannel, but no silk... Not that the vampire'd buy silk bedsheets - maybe just a pillowcase - and selected a set of navy blue flannel sheets, as well as some of black satin and white cotton (four hundred thread count). Almost talking to herself, but more as explanation for Nyra, she said, "Don't usually get patterned sheets. No sense makin' the bed look purty if'n I'm not going to be seein' it much, yanno?"
Connie tucked the three sets of sheets under her other arm, then playfully patted Nyra's behind with the pillow. "On to quilts, dear one."
Connie looked around and couldn't find any quilts, until she looked in the aisle just on the other side of the bedsheets. "Rightfully clever place to put them, hmm?"
Nyra
18 years ago
With so much giggling the two did, Nyra was sure some salesperson was going to boot them out as if they were teenagers. Thankfully none had appeared yet. Connie was browsing through the quilts when Nyra spotted some futon sheets. She grabbed up a set in a pale grey with pink polka dots on it.
The other woman was comparing quilts and finally selected one while Nyra pet a velvety blanket in a dusky blue. Deciding it was too soft to pass up she picked it up too.
"Ready to head to the register?" She asked Connie who had her arms full.
The other woman was comparing quilts and finally selected one while Nyra pet a velvety blanket in a dusky blue. Deciding it was too soft to pass up she picked it up too.
"Ready to head to the register?" She asked Connie who had her arms full.
Connie
18 years ago
Knowing that the quilt she currently was fondling ("Keep your mental hands to yourself, Connie") was definately not going to match the rest of her "bedroom", she shrugged and picked up a wrapped package of it.
The "Old Glory" quilt gave her a warm fuzzy patriotic feeling and it was awfully soft, too. Hefting somewhat precariously the pillow, three sets of bedsheets, and the quilt, she moved carefully between the beds and couches towards the register, eyes glued to Nyra's swaying bottom - as a helpful indicator of the path to take, of course.
The clerk looked a bit surprised to see so much bedstuffs on her counter at once. Connie waved her hands in a circle and pointed to Nyra's arms. "All together, please ma'am. And if you have any of those big brown shopping bags left, we could use a couple. Or four, please."
Connie slid the woman cash to cover the total, and gently blocked Nyra's attempts to surreptitiously put untold bills in her purse or slide it into the pile on the counter. Finally, she took hold of the artist's encroaching fingers in hers and said, "My prerogative. You bought dinner, I buy these. Mmmkay?" Without waiting for a response, she pursed her lips and pushed a quiet kiss at Nyra, then took the receipt from the clerk.
After their purchases were bagged, the two women found themselves out in the mall proper. The horde of teen hoodlums seemed to have disappeared. "Pet store. Want me to stay outside and hold the bags while you peek and play? I don't mind..."
It had been some years since Connie'd had contact with a dog... One of her last experiences with a canine had been rather... saddening. A man she had been flirting with ended up putting down a supremely wonderful Lab just so Connie could spend some time with him. The dog would bark at her repeatedly during her visits. Then again, he had been living out in the middle of nowhere America, and the dog had been his only company for quite some time... The gent ended up being not-quite-so-stable as Connie'd hoped when certain... aspects of his unrealistic needs came to light.
Connie pushed those not-so-pleasant memories from her mind as she and Nyra approached the pet store. She started to angle towards a bench out front of the store's entrance. Cats didn't mind her, for some reason. Maybe it was their own intrinsic bouts of devilry that made felines almost natural vampire companions...
The "Old Glory" quilt gave her a warm fuzzy patriotic feeling and it was awfully soft, too. Hefting somewhat precariously the pillow, three sets of bedsheets, and the quilt, she moved carefully between the beds and couches towards the register, eyes glued to Nyra's swaying bottom - as a helpful indicator of the path to take, of course.
The clerk looked a bit surprised to see so much bedstuffs on her counter at once. Connie waved her hands in a circle and pointed to Nyra's arms. "All together, please ma'am. And if you have any of those big brown shopping bags left, we could use a couple. Or four, please."
Connie slid the woman cash to cover the total, and gently blocked Nyra's attempts to surreptitiously put untold bills in her purse or slide it into the pile on the counter. Finally, she took hold of the artist's encroaching fingers in hers and said, "My prerogative. You bought dinner, I buy these. Mmmkay?" Without waiting for a response, she pursed her lips and pushed a quiet kiss at Nyra, then took the receipt from the clerk.
After their purchases were bagged, the two women found themselves out in the mall proper. The horde of teen hoodlums seemed to have disappeared. "Pet store. Want me to stay outside and hold the bags while you peek and play? I don't mind..."
It had been some years since Connie'd had contact with a dog... One of her last experiences with a canine had been rather... saddening. A man she had been flirting with ended up putting down a supremely wonderful Lab just so Connie could spend some time with him. The dog would bark at her repeatedly during her visits. Then again, he had been living out in the middle of nowhere America, and the dog had been his only company for quite some time... The gent ended up being not-quite-so-stable as Connie'd hoped when certain... aspects of his unrealistic needs came to light.
Connie pushed those not-so-pleasant memories from her mind as she and Nyra approached the pet store. She started to angle towards a bench out front of the store's entrance. Cats didn't mind her, for some reason. Maybe it was their own intrinsic bouts of devilry that made felines almost natural vampire companions...
Nyra
18 years ago
Nyra reluctantly left Connie sitting outside. She understood that sometimes pet stores saddened people. It did her as well but she couldnt resist looking.
They had three rows of cages with puppies in them. All curled up and sleeping. That always made her wonder if they sedated the poor things They had a liter of kittens in a big cage who were all sleeping as well. There were ferrets, guinea pigs and mice. But one cage caught her eye.
Grey fuzzy lop earred bunnies. So cute and alert these were nibbling on green pellets and hopping around. She melted inside. How cute were bunnies? Simple, fuzzy, herbivores.
She dashed outside and pulled Connie to her feet, begging her to come in and see the cutest things ever.
"Please come in and see the cutest things ever! Please!"
They had three rows of cages with puppies in them. All curled up and sleeping. That always made her wonder if they sedated the poor things They had a liter of kittens in a big cage who were all sleeping as well. There were ferrets, guinea pigs and mice. But one cage caught her eye.
Grey fuzzy lop earred bunnies. So cute and alert these were nibbling on green pellets and hopping around. She melted inside. How cute were bunnies? Simple, fuzzy, herbivores.
She dashed outside and pulled Connie to her feet, begging her to come in and see the cutest things ever.
"Please come in and see the cutest things ever! Please!"
Connie
18 years ago
Connie's arms were nearly pulled from their sockets in Nyra's exuberance.
Okay, maybe not so much, but still, the girl's suddenly powerful tug caught her offguard. "But our bags..."
Then she saw the look in Nyra's eyes and realized that whatever it is must be amazingly cute. Inwardly, she rolled her eyes as she mumbled, "Gerbils? Hamsters? Chinchillas? Hedgehogs! I once lived next door to a boy who named his Sonic. His mom yelled at him so much because of it being an original name... I think she was bein' sarcastic just a tad..."
And with that, Connie found herself standing before a cage full of bunnies. Grey ones. White ones. Bunnies that could have doubled for a calico cat. Black ones. Others that could have been beagles in another life (cartoon or not)... "They're... cute."
Connie had only ever had runny babbit experiences with ones eating her garden (many many years ago) or ones that she'd caught herself for dinner when she was living in solitude on the Great Plains. She'd never wanted, never hoped, to have one for a pet. She hated to burst Nyra's bubble, but from even what the artist herself had said... she was flighty as far as her own self-care.
"I know they're cute'n'all, but... I don't think they'd react so well to chemicals in the air."
Okay, maybe not so much, but still, the girl's suddenly powerful tug caught her offguard. "But our bags..."
Then she saw the look in Nyra's eyes and realized that whatever it is must be amazingly cute. Inwardly, she rolled her eyes as she mumbled, "Gerbils? Hamsters? Chinchillas? Hedgehogs! I once lived next door to a boy who named his Sonic. His mom yelled at him so much because of it being an original name... I think she was bein' sarcastic just a tad..."
And with that, Connie found herself standing before a cage full of bunnies. Grey ones. White ones. Bunnies that could have doubled for a calico cat. Black ones. Others that could have been beagles in another life (cartoon or not)... "They're... cute."
Connie had only ever had runny babbit experiences with ones eating her garden (many many years ago) or ones that she'd caught herself for dinner when she was living in solitude on the Great Plains. She'd never wanted, never hoped, to have one for a pet. She hated to burst Nyra's bubble, but from even what the artist herself had said... she was flighty as far as her own self-care.
"I know they're cute'n'all, but... I don't think they'd react so well to chemicals in the air."
Nyra
18 years ago
Nyra reached down and pet a bunny with long floppy ears and a silky coat. Wishing she could pick it up and cuddle it she sighed. "I know, but they are so cute."
Watching one hop about was amusing, especially when it kept hopping onto its own ears. She smiled up at Connie. "Not a bunny person? They were just the most awake things here." Whispering with a frown "I think they sedate the dogs and cats."
"Ok, lets get going before I forget about fumes."
Watching one hop about was amusing, especially when it kept hopping onto its own ears. She smiled up at Connie. "Not a bunny person? They were just the most awake things here." Whispering with a frown "I think they sedate the dogs and cats."
"Ok, lets get going before I forget about fumes."
Connie
18 years ago
Connie shook her head. "The ASPCA would shut down this place if they did sedate em... I'm more inclined ta think that they're all tuckered out from having dealt with kids knocking on their windows all day and bouncing around hopin' ta get out of the cage ferever."
Connie took Nyra's hand and they returned to the bench outside; thankfully their bags were still there and still had their contents.
As they rounded the corner to the exit hall, Connie couldn't help but glance back at the pet store. "I wonder how one would react to staying with me..."
As they put their purchases into Nyra's trunk, Connie whispered conspiratorially, "You know, I don't think I've had such a productive and fun time at the mall in like ferever!"
Connie took Nyra's hand and they returned to the bench outside; thankfully their bags were still there and still had their contents.
As they rounded the corner to the exit hall, Connie couldn't help but glance back at the pet store. "I wonder how one would react to staying with me..."
As they put their purchases into Nyra's trunk, Connie whispered conspiratorially, "You know, I don't think I've had such a productive and fun time at the mall in like ferever!"
Nyra
18 years ago
Thoughtfully, she followed Connie out to the bags and car. She wondered if the ASPCA ever checked on pet stores even. Perhaps she should look into it. Poor lil creatures, all penned up in small cages, kids annoying them day in and day out. Sighing she opened the trunk of the car for their haul.
"You know, I don't think I've had such a productive and fun time at the mall in like ferever!" Nyra laughed at Connie's statement. "Last time I came to the mall, I ended up with three stiches and three new friends. But I didnt get what I actually needed! So this has been a very productive time. Your company is what makes it fun and enjoyable."
After they were both safely in the car, Nyra looked over and smiled at Connie. "Anywhere else you need to go or on to home?"
"You know, I don't think I've had such a productive and fun time at the mall in like ferever!" Nyra laughed at Connie's statement. "Last time I came to the mall, I ended up with three stiches and three new friends. But I didnt get what I actually needed! So this has been a very productive time. Your company is what makes it fun and enjoyable."
After they were both safely in the car, Nyra looked over and smiled at Connie. "Anywhere else you need to go or on to home?"
Connie
18 years ago
Still feeling the heat in her cheeks at Nyra's compliment, Connie replied, "Home's fine, unless you have another idea. And you definately have to tell me about the three stitches-three friends event! When we get home. We have lots of stuffages to carry in!"