“No, darling, I mean vampy. That doesn’t mean the same as witchy. Or did your public school education fail you in that way?” Melanie bit back, straightening up and tugging the dress a little closer to herself. She chuckled drily then, at the other brunette’s next words, her eyes turning hard. 

Oh hell no. "They're very different actually but I don't expect someone of your caliber to understand," she retorted, white knuckles now, still gripping the hanger. Piper took a step forward, shoulders back, ready to pounce at any moment. "We can't all be a size two with no chest, can we darling?" Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, not willing to go down without a fight.

Melanie took the time to give the other woman a once over, lips curling into a displeased grimace. She was far too much of a lady to fight about a dress in a store. However, she wasn’t going to let this one go just like that. 

"Ha!" Piper leaned her head back, cackling dramatically. "Vampy? I believe the term you're looking for is witchy, you prude bitch," she snapped. "Go find something else to cheat on your husband with, this is mine." She gave the hanger one last yank, attempting to tug it free from the woman's grasp. She wasn't beneath a cat fight- especially not for a dress.

Rory groaned as she walked down the street, her feet killing her from hours of rehearsal despite the Uggs she was wearing with her rehearsal outfit. Deciding to take a break, she plopped herself down on a nearby bench with a sigh. “Do you happen to be a masseuse?” She asked the person beside her sarcastically, pulling one of her feet out of the boot and rubbing her arches through her tights.

It had been a particularly rough morning and Piper was feeling off balance. Her horoscope had said the week would be bad; she would swear by that thing. The leggy brunette decided to take a walk in Central Park to try and shift her energy and had covered a good bit of ground before taking a break on a bench. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her Facebook newsfeed, her eyes instinctively rolled when a she felt figure sit down next to her, head snapping to her side when they spoke. "Do I look like a masseuse?"

Melanie hadn’t had the time to go shopping in far too long. But the last week or so had been rather stressful and if there was one thing Melanie knew, it was that shopping was one of her best stress reliefs. She had an hour free between meetings, a rare opportunity, and headed towards her favourite store.

Piper's heels clicked against the wooden floor of a small boutique nestled in Queens. It was the closest place to her condo and she was on an emergency run to find something for a surprise blind date that Ivy had set her up on. As she was shuffling through the racks, she caught a glimpse of a little red number out of the corner of her eye and immediately turned to grab it. Just when her fingers wrapped around the hanger she felt a gentle tug in the opposite direction. Her icy hues narrowed on the woman, fingers only clenching the hanger that much tighter. "Oh no, sweetie. You're mistaken. I definitely had my hands on it first." There was no way she was giving up that dress. "Better luck next time." The tip of her tongue ran across her top teeth, eyebrow raised, cherry tinted lips curved in a smirk, as she challenged the brunette.

“beauty on the inside doesn’t get you free drinks.”