@jaquets said: #16— makeover.
One glance in the mirror, and she's already dramatically shoving her index finger down her throat. "Jackie, this might be the worst outfit you've picked yet. I look like my fucking mother." She's not even able to contain the laughter before she shimmies out of the dress. Shiv remembers the day she'd made the Wiskayok High School's soccer team; she also remembers walking through the door of the Roy family mansion, bright smile spread across her face as she marched into her father's office, only to earn a scowl and a it's fucking football shouted at her. He'd never cared in typical Logan Roy fashion— even as ATN ran their stories about how soccer was becoming one of the most violent sports for the youth across America. [Her mother never bothered to return the phone call, rather having the thousands of miles between them enough to speak loud enough.]
Turning around, back facing the mirror as she comes face-to-face with the brunette, her hands fall akimbo to her hips. "I need to look hot— not like a middle-aged mom going through a crisis. This is the last time all those other losers are going to see us before we come back as champions!" A brief glance is stolen at the clock hung in Jackie's room before refocusing onto her. "What time is Shauna coming? We need to leave by nine— holy fuck, why can't anyone be on time?"
