daria.

      Hunter chuckled. “Nah, I like a bit of hunting,” the blond winked at the other, but had to give it to her - she certainly was something else.

Theo stopped in his pursuit for the perfect black sweater to examine what she was holding up. He raised a slow eyebrow. “I think it’s the perfect amount.  I respect your honesty about what you’re buying it for, I like that in a person.”

“I think if you have to ask that question, it’s definitely the former…”

Sabrina quickly pulled out a leather skirt from her shopping basket, showing it off to the other. “You can never have too many leather skirts.”

Lucian’s gaze was still on the other guy, trying their hardest to hold back a laugh, but then, as he turned to leave, it came out in a snort. “He’s got nothing,” they said then, brows lifting for a moment in sheer amusement.  

“It screams ‘I will make your night living hell by rolling up your butt every five minutes.” Kate responded as she merely glanced at the outfit the other was showing.

“Desperate? You’re aiming too low. Think powerful and horny.” Franz sighed as he picked up the piece of clothing she was holding, and couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “This dress screams desperation in capital letters though.”

“Depends. What shoes are you going to wear with it?” she asked, her eyes moving up and down the piece of clothing.

“just the right amount of desperate and horny. though, i’m not sure why you wanna look desperate.”

“Why would you want to be either?” Jamie asked. He looked down at the outfit for a second, then back to Daria. “It’s just ugly.”

“You want me to answer that? Because I don’t think this guy’s going to…” as they spoke, Lucian cast a glance towards the old man in question, who was simply standing there looking stunned. 

Nothing about this screams desperate or at least to me, it doesn’t. But if the idea is to get laid, well, I say you’re on the right path.” Sabrina remarked with a chuckle.

         Hunter gave the girl a look, being a bit amused with her response. “Nah, I don’t,but,” he shrugged as he lightly smiled, “call yourself an Uber and go home. Take an aspirin and go to bed. That will help. Or,” his smile grew, “just go to bed, love.”

Cecelia looked up as she heard the question. She had time to kill on her lunch break before heading back to work, so she was just browsing. “Oh…I think it’s the latter. Whic> are you going for?”