::Sharon, Andrea and Dar enter Desert, a fashionable and fairly expensive clothes shop.::

"Have a look for something you might like, Andy. My treat."

"Okay so!"

::Andrea wanders off quickly, if only to get away from her sister and Dar. She hates shops like this. She always feels like she's making a mess just standing there and people look down on her.::

::Sharon walks over to the shoe section and eyes them all, her eyes expertly passing them over. Heels, boots, open-toed, flats... she quickly selects a pair of red slingbacks (not that I know what slingbacks are, I hope they're some kind of shoe...) and sits down to try them on.::

::Dar frowns for a while, not really moving anywhere. She looks thoughtful and sighs, then busies herself in slowly looking through a rack of clothes.::

::Andrea appears in front of Sharon.::

"I'm bored."

::Sharon looks up.::

"You haven't found anything? What do you think of these shoes?"

::She stands up and points her toe towards Andrea, modelling them.::

(They don't look like the type you polish.)

"Brilliant. Get them."

"Really? You don't think they're too..."

::Sharon searches for the word.::

"Red?"

"Umm..."

::Andrea blinks and then looks at the shoes properly.::

"I like them."

::She smiles at her sister.::

"Take that as you will. No doubt you'll be puttin' them back on the shelf now."

::Sharon grins.::

"Good point. Maybe I should ask Dar..."

"Bah, what does she know? She's English."

"Dar?"

::Sharon shakes her head at her sister as she calls her friend over.::

"What do you think of these? Too red?"

::Dar approaches and immediately nods.::

"Mm. If you had darker skin, maybe."

"I thought so."

::Sharon sighs and puts them back, continuing her search for the perfect pair of shoes.::

"Found anything nice?"

"I think I'm going to go into the men's department. Have a look for something nice for Ozy."

::Dar says his name so fun-ly! Ozee! She turns and leaves to go that way.::

::Andrea thinks so too, because she can't resist saying it one Dar is out of earshot.::

"Ozee."

::She looks at her sister.::

"How long's she known him for, anyway? Aren't they like living together now?"

::Sharon nods, running her hands over a pair of black ankle boots.::

"She met him a few days ago. They're completely in love."

::She smiles slightly. It's cute. Though she's also jealous.::

"... days?"

::Andrea looks sceptical but doesn't say anything else. She wants to food court it up and get something junky. Or go to the coffee shop that Julie took her that day she arrived and shamelessly flirted with her for ages and embarrassed the crap out of her. Sigh. She misses Julie too much. Though it's been kinda fun to not stress about staying the night with Azura and stuff, she still just wants her girlfriend. She can't help but fret that wherever Julie is, she's hurting over what Andrea did. And she's changing her mind about keeping Ands.::

"Mhm."

::Sharon flashes a simple smile at Andrea over her shoulder.::

"It's nice to hear that things like that can actually happen, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It is."

::Andrea wonders if it can happen. Love at first sight. It's such a sweet idea but she wouldn't like to believe in it. If she did, then she would start thinking that true love is something that happens at first sight. And she'd be alone forever.::

::Sharon picks up a pair of black and white striped ankle boots with a bow ribbon at the back and shows them to Andrea.::

"I think these would you suit you. Try them on."

::She steers her sister onto a seat and hands them over.::

"The, ehm. The problem is that Ozy has... a secret that Dar doesn't know about."

(Should I really be telling her this? Oh, she's my sister...)

"Has he not told her he's a whitelighter yet, then?"

::Andrea was in Caerphilly as well and now that the past has changed so both she and Sharon know Ozy a little more (though they don't know it has), is well aware of the problem. Nobody's explicitely told her, but she can guess from Dar not being keen on magic after what happened with Azura and, well, Ozy being a big pussycat. She doesn't particularly care for the boots, but at least they don't have much of a heel so she might be able to totter about in them. Sitting, she takes her trainers off and tugs them on with difficulty.::

::Sharon gives her sister a look, worried that Dar might overhear them, however far away she is.::

"No. He said he's going to, but after all that she went through with Luke, and Azura too..."

(Poor thing.)

"Eh, it's not like he's a demon. Whitelighters are like the best things in the world. Trust me, I did a degree in it."

::She nods convincingly. Her feet feel crushed.::

"I think these are too small. Which must mean they're like... kiddy boots."

"Did I get the wrong size?"

::Sharon gets up and passes a larger size down to Andrea. An 8.::

"And it's not just that, Andrea. Luke was a whitelighter, and that was on of the reasons she broke up with him."

"Oh."

::Andrea tries the new boots on. They fit better and she stands up so Sharon can tell her if she has to get them or not. She walks back and forth, finding her slightly raised height weird.::

"No wonder Oz is scared, then."

"I hope they're blindly in love enough to be able to see past it."

::Sharon watches Andrea walk critically and then nods.::

"They look good. Do you like them?"

"They're nice but I'll never wear them."

::Andrea decides it's best to just be honest. She doesn't want to waste her sister's money on something she won't use.::

"But you're always stealing my nice shoes!"

::Andrea's so frustrating.::

::Andrea smiles sweetly.::

"Yeah... I am. How about you buy them and I borrow them? That way they get worn regularly and you get to see me wearing something nice."

::Sharon shakes her head.::

"I'm supposed to be buying you something! I'd never have imagined that you might argue with me about something like this..."

::She eyes her sister suspiciously.::

"You're just trying to annoy me, aren't you?"

"No! Really! I just... it's such a waste of money, Shaz! I don't need expensive things."

"Then why do you take so much pleasure in wearing and ruining mine?!"

::Sharon's trying to do something nice for her sister and this is what happens? Guess she'll never try this again.::

"Sha-"

::Andrea stops and sighs. Loudly. Like a bull.::

"I don't mean to- and I don't even- ah- ffff..."

::She bites her tongue and calms herself down.::

"Okay. You know what? I'll wear them every day."

"No, you won't. It's fine, just find something else. A bag, or some jeans? I'm sure there'll be something in here that looks like it's from a 'normal' shop."

"Why can't it just be from a normal shop at a quarter of the price?"

::She sits down and yanks the boots off.::

"It's all about quality, Andrea. These clothes will last you months more than anything from... Walmart."

::Sharon sounds as though Walmart is just a name she's heard of on TV, like houses without running water or cavemen.::

"What the-"

::Andrea's two seconds away from a hissy fit.::

"I've never even been in a fucking Walmart! I thought they sold bricks and stuff!"

::Sharon looks Andrea up and down with a raised eyebrow. I don't know what she's saying, really. Maybe that Andrea's clothes look like bricks. Anyway.::

"All right, fine, calm down. If you don't want me to buy you something, I won't."

"Good..."

::Andrea feels like some way, some how, things got messed up. She should feel like she's won! So how come she feels the opposite...?::