This is expensive _-intuition-_ [Open]

[Sean Ryans]

Sean slid his hands into the back pockets of the jeans, vintage Hollister low rise that slung low on his hips. The striped blue and white shirt was left on the hanger as the basketball star crossed his arms over his chest. Damn. He had a date with a rich blonde from the rival school. The fact that she was still involved with the Forrest Academy point guard Sean himself had beat in a qualification for state made it even better. Sean expected to get laid this weekend, and with that came all the bragging rights. He was obviously the better player, and everyone was going to know it was on and off the court. And if the chick's reputation got trashed? Oh. Well. Forrest Academy sluts should know better. The thing was, Sean thought to himself confidently, changing back into his own shirt and jeans - girls just weren't much of a challenge these days. Buy them dinner, and they're bound to put out.

He shoved the curtain to the dressing room open and nearly ran into a mousy little brunette with bright green eyes and freckles. She gaped, then apologized - Sean was kind of used to the staring, and resisted the urge to ask her, sarcastically, if she'd like a picture.

"Miss, these don't work either. I want the jute belt pair, Hermosa low rise, but...ah, I can't find it out here." He gestured around the half empty store, handing her the other jeans - they fit fine, it was just...the Hermosa were $70, whereas these were only $40. He wanted the best.

She looked a little startled. "Well, sir, if its not out there, then we probably don't-" Sean held up a hand and rewarded her efforts with a smile, flashing straight, white teeth that complimented the summer tan.

"Look...Diana-" He nodded to her nametag, strategically pinned to her chest. She blinked, startled that he had bothered to use her name. Sean ran one hand through blond hair, seeming almost shy about his next words. He laughed a little, almost inaudibly, as the girl stood there expectantly.

"You're cute. So I'll give you the benefit of being new and pretty, and that's why you can't find what I'm looking for." The arrogance sifted into his tone as he spoke, and when she opened her mouth to protest, he spoke over her, "You see, I'm willing to spend three hundred dollars for something casual to wear this weekend. I'm willing to spend it here. I'm taking out a girl, and I'd rather not look like I buy bargain shit from the flea market. I was kind of hoping someone like you could help me out. Do I need to find another establishment?"

He even had the gall to look disappointed. "I mean, if you're too busy to make me top priority, I'm sure I can find a different store." She practically fumbled over herself to apologize, and promised immediately to check the stock in the back again. Sean gave her a brilliant, encouraging smile, which faded to a smirk when the girl disappeared. As he waited for her return, the jock made his way to a wall stacked with polo shirts.

"Didn't know Hollister was managed by a crew of dimwitted bimbos," he muttered to himself.

[Regan Jenkins]

RJ entered one of the many high priced establishments in the mall, the loud blaring music reaching her ears, and she shuddered slightly. It was Green Day, one of the few bands she couldn’t stand. And she found it slightly sad that she knew every word to the song playing, then again near every station had played “American Idiot” for over a year every single day. And at the moment she found herself slightly disappointed when she was bobbing her head to the beat. Today, she was wearing a pair of low-rise jeans, which were tight in the butt but not so tight around her legs. She was wearing a simple black, one size too small, T-shirt with a cat on it; she thought the cat looked like Damion, so she couldn’t resist buying it. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, her bangs falling into her eyes now and again, so she had to shake her head to get them away once more. And to her own amazement she was wearing sneakers over high heels, and her feet weren’t hurting.

She situated her purse on her shoulder as she looked at a simple dress hanging off one of the racks. Her head shot up when she heard an arrogant tone assaulting someone. She shook her head when she realized it was none other then the infamous Sean Ryans, school jock and man whore. He was cute, and she found herself attracted to him, when he wasn’t in one of his arrogant ass moods. And he was in one of these moods just now. She listened as he explained about going out on a date for a weekend and watched the young girl he was harassing. She looked positively terrified.

Rj moved from sight, towards where the male jeans were to find what he was looking for. Sean was a prick and would take it out on the nearest person. He had bragging rights on near every girl in the school that would let him have them, which was nearly every popular girl. Every popular but her. Oh, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t tried, and she doubted she was on his “lost cause” list, yet.

She smiled to herself; he’d have to earn bragging rights from her. She wasn’t about to give it away so freely.

Find the pants he had accosted Diana about, she had to guess his size. She then turned to look for Diana. The clerk was on her way to tell Sean she couldn’t find what he wanted again. RJ quickly stepped forward, and grabbed hold of her arm. She handed her the jeans, and pointed towards the jock looking at shirts. The girl was about to thank her, but RJ placed a finger to her lips to keep her quiet. It wasn’t RJ’s job on the line.

Once the girl had walked off again, jeans in hand, RJ moved back to the dresses she had been looking at before. Every now and again she’d look up to make sure Sean wasn’t still going at the girls throat, and if he did, she’d step in once more, only this time making her presence known to Sean. But for now, she was going to look at the dresses. They were pretty little sundresses, and she actually didn’t own one of the styles. She picked up a blue one with tiny white flowers for closer inspection, keeping her ears trained in the general direction of Sean and the store clerk.

(OoC: I can honestly say I have never been in Hollister, so I don’t know what they have in there ^.^)

[Sean Ryans]

(OOC: Me either, actually. I dislike the mall intensely, so anything I mentioned about Hollister fashion I actually got from -coughs awkwardly- the website. I had to look it up.)

Sean was silently contemplating why the hell he didn't just buy a fucking Hollister so that he didn't have to deal with incompetent morons - when the subject of his irritation reappeared with a stumbled apology for interrupting. Sean dropped the khaki and brown striped polo and turned towards the girl - highly anticipating her failure as an excuse to complain to management. Only to see...

She had the jeans. His bored expression shifted to one of mild annoyance, but she seemed so damned worried that he had a split second of narcissistic compassion and smiled at her. Again.

"Well, I haven't been this surprised since the Red Sox won the World Series in '04," Sean said dryly, "Thank you, Diana. That wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone was vaguely condescending, and, as Sean took the jeans, he inquired with a raised eyebrow, "Where did you find them?"

Her green eyes gave her away, even if she wasn't willingly going to admit it. Her gaze shifted, instantaneously, away from him. Towards something else. The source of which must have gotten the jeans.

Sean followed the girl's gaze, glancing over his shoulder dismissively. Well well, it was RJ. Blue eyes narrowed in mingled admiration and dislike. So she was the one who kept him from seriously reaming that incompetent twit out. Sean took a moment to size her up as she stood by the dresses. She looked great. The jeans fit like they were made for her - her figure was fucking amazing. Those legs, which he'd seen and/or fantasized about on various occasions, along with half the basketball team - were toned and slender. She was a swimmer, after all, and Sean always thought the athletic ones were more attractive.

Her t-shirt molded to her torso perfectly, and it was hard not to outright admire how striking she was. Smooth, perfect skin and her hair - though pulled back in a ponytail, marked her heritage. She was hot as hell. Everybody knew it. She was, of course, also one of the few girls Sean hadn't actually nailed. Which was probably one of the reasons he found her so damned fascinating. Usually after he spent some time on a girl, he had her and ditched her - he just wasn't interested anymore.

But RJ was different. She didn't really respond with anything other than disdain to his attentions - and Sean was the kind of guy who didn't take a bruised ego really well. His friends jokingly told him to let it go, write her off, but nobody was unattainable for Sean Ryans. Nobody. And the fact that she refused him only made him more determined to get her. She was an extremely irritating bitch, that's what he told his friends, but she was also incredibly hot, and rich, and smart and really - the perfect girl.

If she wasn't some damned stubborn about refusing him. But if she thought she could discourage him, she seriously underestimated his perseverance. As was, the jeans, the salesgirl, the date - all forgotten. This was much more important. Sean practically pushed his jeans at the salesgirl - whose name escaped him, and muttered something about waiting at the register as he walked over to RJ. Well, swaggered was more like it, but he did try to tone it down a little. Slightly.

"Regan Jenkins." Sean's tone was completely innocent as he drawled out her name in greeting, but he didn't bother wasting the flashy, charming smile that had been known to work on, oh, half the cheerleading squad with no effort whatsoever? Some girls would give their left arm to have him smile at them. Not Regan. Much to Sean's disappointment. He wasn't really in the mood of getting one of her scornful refusals - or worse, dismissals, in full view of the store. So he would behave himself. For now, anyway.

Mindful of keeping his pride intact, Sean gave Regan something between a smirk and a smile.

"I suppose I should thank you for my jeans?" It was half a question, half a statement. And even before he'd finished that thought, Sean glanced at the dress, considering how to proceed with this, then looked back at her.

"I can get that, if you want." He was talking about the dress. "How about a deal?" Sean smiled again, like this was completely normal, like he wasn't plotting to get her into her pants. "I buy the dress and...whatever accessories you want...in exchange, you go out with me this weekend?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and tilted his head at her. "What do you say?"

To hell with getting revenge on the Forrest point guard; a date with RJ was a much bigger triumph.

[Regan Jenkins]

RJ rolled her eyes as he was sarcastic to the girl. Well, at least he wasn’t yelling at her anymore, and that was a good thing. RJ had a thing about seeing other people uncomfortable, it made her that way as well, and she didn’t like that feeling. Then Sean asked where she had found them. The girls silence let RJ know that he had discovered her presence there in the store. And worse yet, he had decided to make his way towards her. She looked up from the dress, just her eyes though, she didn’t want Sean to know she was looking. But every girl looked, so she didn’t see why she should feel so... awkward doing it.

He was tall, and handsome, not even she could deny that. He was probably the most arrogant man she met. Sure, he was good at near everything he did, but did that really mean he had to be an ass and rub it in people’s faces? She really did want to give him a piece of her mind some day. Give him a wakeup call even. But she’d kept her distance. Maybe she was immune to him. She laughed at that part; she wasn’t immune to his charms. He’d been throwing it her way since the day they had met, and her being the younger freshmen, was flattered and ready to take him up on his offer. Ah, but then she heard the talk in the swim team locker room. You know the bragging kind girls don’t like to admit they do. If there wasn’t a girl on the swim team he hadn’t done besides her, she’d be severely amazed and would want to shake their hand. That was when she started ignoring all the advances he made towards her. She didn’t want to be just another on a silent list. She didn’t think she was on any of the basketball teams list... and she wasn’t about to tell anyone who she had lost her virginity to, they wouldn’t know the guy anyway.

But alas, here she was, once again in the presence of the one guy every girl wanted to have his charm thrown on them. He said her name as if it was the only thing he knew how to say. She kept her thoughts to herself, mainly because they were in a public place. ”Hello Sean,” she said in a bored tone, fully looking up at him before looking back down at the dress. She liked the dress, but she wasn’t quite sure if it was her style. Oh right, the jeans.

“If you hadn’t scared the poor girl witless she might not have started looking in the wrong places. And you should check the size, I had to guess.” And they probably were the wrong size, seeing as she didn’t fully know men’s sizes.

Her head shot up when he offered to buy the dress for her. She knew he knew she had the money. Her father gave her a weekly allowance of five hundred dollars a week. It might not seem like much, but to RJ it was enough, seeing as she wasn’t a rash spender. Sure she bought all the nice clothes she wanted, but she was probably what some would call a “penny pincher”. She liked sales. Get good clothes for half the price. It meant more money in the bank to save up for something big. What she wanted she hadn’t decided yet.

She frowned slightly, studying him. He appeared innocent enough, but she was almost certain he had tried this trick on her before. Try and buy something for her in exchange for a date. He was taller than her, she noted every time she saw him. Normally not so much more taller since she normally wore heels. She wished she had heels on right now, she felt so small... so vulnerable standing there next to him. She brushed them thoughts aside. When Sean Ryans was involved you couldn’t feel weak and vulnerable. It only meant he was going to get what he originally wanted, and you end up trying to run away like a scared little mouse like the sales clerk had. But she stood there, brown eyes studying him, keeping their gaze away from his blue ones, lest she fall into the spell they tended to put on people. She’d fallen under that spell once when they had first met. Made her want to agree to everything he said like a mindless twit.

She had to stop staring at him. It was impolite, and she had a feeling she’d find herself agreeing to everything he said if she continued. She turned from him and placed the dress back on the rack. A date with Sean Ryans... what all did that entail on her part? She started walking around the rack of dresses, her fingertips sailing over the different types of fabric. She kept her eyes trained on the dresses as she spoke.

”And what of your date this with that other girl this weekend? Besides which, I can get rather expensive. Probably more then even you would be willing to spend for one simple date.” It probably wasn’t enough to steer him off. And damn, she had just half agreed to go.

(OoC: I don't mind the mall... it's just all the damned preppy stores and scary lookin' peope... Haha, and I contimplated going to the website but then I said "naw, I went into A&F six years ago, it's all good. XD)

[Sean Ryans]

(lol. Good enough. I'm with you there. That, and the creepy salespeople who stalk you and badger you. They hover - at least, the bad ones do.)

Sean frowned irritably. "I didn't scare her," he argued, "I was just being helpful." Sort of. Okay, he knew he was being an ass, but he wasn't about to admit that. Instead, Sean lowered his voice, "And between you and me, I think she was witless before I even stepped into the store." As to the size, he dismissed that instantly. If he was going to be taking Regan out, he wouldn't be wearing Hollister jeans anyway.

The offer, Sean was pleased to note, got her attention. It was an odd gesture, considering he knew she could easily afford everything in the store, but it did get her to look at him. Regan's eyes were dark and striking, especially when her gaze was focused on one person or thing in particular. In this case, it was him. Even after RJ dropped her eyes, the stab of disappointment was heavily outweighed by the satisfaction. He hadn't the slightest idea what she was thinking, but the fact that her comments weren't dripping with scorn was a positive thing.

”And what of your date this with that other girl this weekend? Besides which, I can get rather expensive. Probably more then even you would be willing to spend for one simple date.”

"What other girl?" Sean asked mildly, before breaking into a smile. She wasn't looking at him, but that didn't matter. "Honestly, Regan, what man in the same room with you would be thinking about another girl?" Especially when it came to the trashy bottle blonde he intended to take out before this opportunity presented itself. RJ did offer an interesting challenge though; she didn't think he was willing to afford her tastes. Being as RJ was one of the few people who was as wealthy - if not more so, than he was, Sean didn't underestimate her definition of "expensive". It would be. Very.

But he shrugged off that minor concern.

"Are my spending habits that well known?" he asked, amused, before specifying, "It depends on my date's expectations, and whether or not she's worth it." Well, it did. He usually based the cost of his dates on what it took to impress the girl. RJ would be tricky though, because she had plenty of money. Sean would have to do a lot more than just foot the dinner bill to try to get her good opinion, but spending a lot of money wasn't a bad start.

"A chance to prove to you that I'm not the complete bastard you seem to think I am..." Sean paused, and then, in a tone that suggested it was an obvious answer, "I mean, money isn't an object for that." The thought then occured to him that she hadn't outright refused him. Ordinarily, Sean would just assume that if he asked a girl on a date, she'd go with him. And if she had any other engagements, she'd break them. But making that kind of assumption with RJ would be a mistake.

"And if money isn't a problem," he continued after a brief moment, carefully, "is that a yes? Assuming you don't have any conflicts, if you give me a time," he offered, "I'll be there to pick you up."[/color]

[Regan Jenkins]

RJ gapped at him as he called the girl witless. ”Now that’s just not nice,” she said, but couldn’t keep the smile from reaching her eyes that didn’t make it to her lips. The girl was simply new, not witless, and it’s hard not not to be witless when someone like Sean Ryans was paying attention to you. Even if it were the negative sort. At least it was for most people. But RJ always tried to keep her wits about her when Sean was around.

She looked at him again. She highly doubted that she was the center of any mans thoughts for more than a few seconds in any case. ”Honestly, Sean, you over exaggerate,” she stated using the same tone as he had. The only reason he was only thinking of her at the moment, and not his original date, was because he was trying to get in her pants, and it’d be a bigger triumph then winning state if he managed it. But she wasn’t one to sleep with any random guy that bought her some clothes and dinner. She could actually care less on how much he spent on her, it was more about how he treated her. But she wasn’t going to deny his offer to buy her clothes, after all he was the one who suggested it and was willing to do so.

She tilted her head and studied him for a moment. Her brown eyes roaming his entire body. He deserved better then her, she knew it, and the only reason why he was even interested in her was because she had spent the last year denying him what everyone else had given him so freely.

She walked around him, tapping her bottom lip with her index finger as she studied him. He had been trying awful hard to get her attention, no one could deny that. And she wasn't a mean person, in most cases, though she could be slightly vindictive. She finished her circle around him and stopped before him, crossing her arms over her chest, and shaking her head slightly to get her bangs out of her eyes again. She really needed to get them cut.

“You should know by now that I have rather high expectations.” Though he probably learned that from the team mate that last attempted to date her. He was a sweet guy, but like most the others, he just wanted sex. Sex wasn’t really all that great anyway. She was probably old fashion in thinking that sex should be held between them two special people. Damn her and her morals.

“And I never called you a bastard,” just an arrogant ass, ”And if you honestly want to spend money on me, that would mean you’d have to sit around here for like... another three hours while I try everything on, and ask you every time I come out of the dressing room if it makes me look fat." She giggled at herself. Maybe that would make him change his mind on the whole deal... but she doubted it. But she really had no excuse to not go out with him. She’d tell him she had a swim meet, but he was probably up to date on all the meets, even if they were for swimming and not basketball. And they didn’t meet for the paper on weekends. So, if she didn’t go on the date, she’d do what she normally did, sit in her dorm room, on the couch in her PJ’s cuddled up with Damion watching some sappy romance with bad actors. It was the highlight of her week.

She smiled at him, a real smile. ”We’ll discuss a place and time if you can put up with me shopping.” She’d make that the first test, if he could handle her shopping, then he just might be worth a date.

(OoC: Oh! I hate the hoverers. That’s why I like the Hot Topic around here, the workers are too busy scaring the preppy kids standing outside contemplating if they want to come in or not. And the one worker who looks like Ozzy knows me by name...)

[Sean Ryans]

(He knows you by name? You've got connections XD I like the Hot Topic workers too; they always have good advice when it comes to where you want to get your piercings done. And they're genuinely nice people.)

Sean grinned, completely unremorseful. "Maybe, but it is honest," he replied. RJ might have been chastising him, but she didn't seem completely infuriated on the girl's behalf. Which meant she might have noticed the chick's idiocy too. When she spoke again, Sean resisted the urge to laugh. Instead, he coughed his contempt at her dismissal of over exaggeration.

"I never over exaggerate, unless I'm shooting the last freethrow in overtime." Because that was pretty damn impressive, and worth over exaggerating if it gets you a trophy. "In fact, Regan...its kind of depressing that you think I'm capable of something misleading like that," Sean added, and he'd almost perfected the art of pretending to be disappointed.

RJ studied him, and it was as discomfiting as it was flattering. He couldn't help feeling like she was sizing him up, and while Sean did not lack in the confidence arena, he had to wonder what she saw. She must have disliked something, or she wouldn't keep refusing him all the damn time. Sean didn't much like the whole walking-around-him, like she was investigating a car - nevermind that he'd done the exact same thing to other girls before. Objectification was his downfall, so to speak, but he just didn't get RJ at all. What exactly was she looking for? And why the hell didn't she think he had it? It was kind of irritating, not knowing.

“You should know by now that I have rather high expectations.”

"No shit," he agreed instantly, before catching himself. It was kind of an understatement, as far as he was concerned. Sean smiled apologetically for the language, but didn't outright apologize. "What I meant was, yeah. I've heard. A girl like you deserves high standards. But the difference is..." he continued teasingly, "I'm so much better than the rest of them."

He didn't say this seriously, because she wasn't really fond of his so-called over-confidence - even if he did mean it. Sean was, of course, pleased as hell when his fellow player failed. It wouldn't really have been tolerable for someone else to get the drop on RJ, so while he idly consoled his rejected friend, silently he was congratulating the guy on his lack of finesse - it only meant one less obstacle in Sean's way. You had to be practical about this kind of shit.

”And if you honestly want to spend money on me, that would mean you’d have to sit around here for like... another three hours while I try everything on, and ask you every time I come out of the dressing room if it makes me look fat."

Despite the fact that he wanted to laugh - RJ asking if something made her look fat? Sean was brutally honest in most cases, but the thought that anything might be unflattering on her was pretty far-fetched. He didn't think he'd have to lie.

That aside, Sean was, truth be told, disgusted at the scene Regan was laying out before him. He never did have much patience when it came to getting what he wanted, and even if he was slightly more vain than the average guy when it came to his wardrobe, he treated the mall like he treated the smart kids - no more contact than was absolutely necessarily, get what you want and get the hell out of there. Now he was actually willing to volunteer to sit around and do nothing for the next three hours except watch his money seep down the drain. No guy in his right mind would subject himself to that kind of torture. You pity the poor bastards who have to come with their girlfriends, because if they don't, they run the risk of not getting laid for a week.

But then she smiled, and it wasn't sarcastic, and that almost made him dismiss all his inner frustration. Almost. She had a fantastic smile, though it was really rarely tossed in his direction. Which would have bothered him a lot more five minutes ago.

”We’ll discuss a place and time if you can put up with me shopping.”

So it was a challenge. The reward being a date with RJ, which was something he'd been trying to get for a little over a year. It kind of appealed to his love of competition, and Sean figured if he could stand half court suicides at 6 in the morning for practice, he could handle one very pretty girl trying on clothes. Maybe. Then again they could always roll him out of the store in a straitjacket if he cracked and things went to hell.

Sean didn't actually say any of this. He returned her smile, accepting the terms. "Fair enough, Ms. Jenkins," he said lightly, "What are we doing first?"
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[Regan Jenkins]

She could see his discomfort at the prospect of spending three hours at the mall with nothing to do, and it made her smile. Never in her life did she think she could cause the discomfort of the most popular jock at the school. And to make it better it was over shopping. But she wouldn’t make it complete hell for him, she wasn’t that mean. She could be if she wanted to, but in all honesty she hadn’t come to the mall that day for shopping. Her original reason for coming to the mall had disappeared from her brain the moment Sean Ryans offered her clothes for a date. She’d have to remember it later on, she thought it had something to do with Damion... and she had stopped at Hollister just for the hell of it. Yeah, something for Damion sounded right, seeing as the kitten was as spoilt as she was.

Well, the first thing would be to find some clothes to try on. Then the second thing would be to determine if she was meant to wear said clothes on the date. Maybe they should work out where they were going know, so she knew what to try on. She turned away from Sean and looked at the dresses on the rack once more. She titled her head to them thinking if they would be any good for a date.

Ah well, she did like to try clothes on. She picked up a couple of the dresses in her size, just with different colours and slightly different style. ”I think they have a chair by the dressing room,” she told him with a teasing grin. ”And these clothes are for the date right? Because if so I’m going to need all new lingerie, and shoes. Oh, and it wouldn’t be complete without a new necklace and earrings.” Hey, he asked for it. Besides, she had to think of something that would take up at least three hours of time. RJ was the kind of girl who saw something she liked on a hanger, tried it on, and liked it. She didn’t actually have to spend hours trying things on. But hell, if it meant letting Sean think she was a spoilt brat, it was worth it.

And she was a spoilt brat. She just tried to hide the fact as much as possible... sometimes. She grew up privileged and got anything she asked for... except that pony. Her father never bought her that pony she was fascinated with when she was five... he did get her a year’s worth of riding lessons though, and that was enough to make her realize she didn’t want a pony. And she wasn’t one to rub her wealth in other people’s faces, unlike some.

Back to the shopping, she moved around the store picking out random items she thought was cute. Oh but to torture was fun, but if he got too uncomfortable, she’d be nice and call it quits. But for now, she was going to enjoy the fact that Sean Ryans was the one she was going to be torturing.

A nervous flitter hit her stomach when she moved off to the dressing room with her items in hand. It was Sean Ryans she was torturing, and she had more-or-less agreed to go on a date with him... Well, if he expected to get lucky after wards, he had best go on his original date. She was tempted to look back just to make sure that I was actually Sean standing there and she wasn’t just believing things. After a year of denying him the one thing he wanted, she was actually giving it to him... well some of it. He’d really would have to behave if he wanted anything other than a date from her.

(OoC: Ack, that was a crappy post >.< But yeah, I’m not sure when he learned my name either O.o And when I asked him what would be good to wear to OzzFest, he looked at me and told me I don’t look like the type to go to OzzFest... makes me wonder what type I am XD)

[Sean Ryans]

(lol. It was a great post XD Sorry you had to wait forever for a reply. And mine is pretty crappy because I think my muse was hijacked. How was Ozzfest?)

Sean couldn't help but believe that smile she directed towards him wasn't so much his charming her over as her amusement at his expense. Broodingly, Sean scowled slightly as Janet Jackson blared from the music above - God, did people have no taste? The jock didn't know why he was doing this. Since when did he ever participate in something he didn't want to do? Someoone like him didn't usually have to, academics aside. But here he was...

"What are you doing over here anyway? Did you come with people?" he asked, lazily flicking through t-shirt sizes on one of the racks. Sean glanced in RJ's direction; he was somewhat curious, though mostly attempting to ignore what he was resigning himself to. When Regan turned back to the dresses, Sean stepped back, and, hands in his back pockets, he just kind of watched her. He'd been waiting this long; he could be patient.

”I think they have a chair by the dressing room."

He returned her grin with a roll of his eyes and a sarcastic, "Thanks for looking out for me." Sean glanced towards the dressing room, past more stuffed racks of clothing, and sure enough, there was one. It had probably seen more than one guy forced to watch his girlfriend model her clothes. The chair was black plastic and metal. About as comfortable as sitting on thumbtacks probably. Greeeat.

”And these clothes are for the date right? Because if so I’m going to need all new lingerie, and shoes. Oh, and it wouldn’t be complete without a new necklace and earrings.”

Much as the prospect of time spent on choosing all that didn't bode well, Sean smiled smugly at Regan. He idly approached the rack of dresses she was looking at, and, standing to the side, he halfway leaned against the metal stand.

"New lingerie?" he asked innocently, "You know, if you let me see you try that on, I'll buy you the whole damn mall." C'mon, maybe it wouldn't be that bad, getting to look at a hot girl as she tried on clothes. So long as she didn't ask his opinion, parts of it he could enjoy. That prospect seemed highly enjoyable. At least then he wouldn't be preoccupied during the date wondering what it looked like; Sean wasn't sure how it was going to go, but he knew she wasn't easy. Thus the basis of the appeal.

He kept something of a distance as she picked out clothes, studying jean brands and a couple hoodies on faceless mannequins. When Regan was finally moving towards the dressing room, Sean followed. He reluctantly elected to sink into the chair, only to realize it was lopsided, and the legs wobbled. Awesome, he thought to himself dryly, leaning back with a brief and - what he was trying for anyway - nice smile in her direction.

"Regan, do you torment all your potential dates, or just the ones that catch your interest?" he asked lightly.
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[Regan Jenkins]

"What are you doing over here anyway? Did you come with people?"

She had to think for a moment. Honestly, she didn't know what she was doing there. And no, she didn't come with anyone, if she had, they'd probably be giggling her and telling her she was stupid for not taking Sean up immediately on his offer. "No, I came by myself. I was more or less window shopping" She didn't mind going to the mall by herself, in a way it gave her some quiet time away from all the responsibilities of school and such. The and she didn't mind just looking around. "What about you? Did you come with anyone?" She watched him shuffle boredly through the shirts. Window shopping could never compare to this amusement.

"New lingerie? You know, if you let me see you try that on, I'll buy you the whole damn mall."

She blushed. Regan Abigail Jenkins blushed at the thought of Sean Ryans seeing her in lingerie. She hadn't actually meant for him to see that part of trying on clothes. Maybe they'd just skip the whole trying on lingerie... and now she wasn't so sure she'd want to get any. Damnit, now she wished she'd kept her mouth shut on tormenting him into buying her more things. She turned from him, looking back at the selection before her. She cleared her throat and shook her head as if the blushing had never happened. "Now Sean, you should know I wouldn't let you see that. Even if you did buy me a mall."

Now she really wanted to start trying on the clothes. That way she could be in a tiny stall trying on clothes and pretending Sean had never made her blush. He was surely the first to accomplish that.

"Where is the fun in not tormenting you date? And yes, I torment them all." It was partially true. The few dates she had been on, the guys all had to go onto... quests of sorts in order to actually get to the date. Just the way she was, make them earn it.

She entered one of the dressing stalls, and pulled the curtain shut. She kicked off her shoes and wondered how she had gotten into this mess. Now that she was standing in the Hollister dressing room, trying on dresses to wear on a date with the one guy she had spent the last year her damnedest to avoid going on a date with. But she wasn't going back on her word. So, she'd suck it up, model off some dresses (but no lingerie), and spend as much of his money as he'd allow.

She smiled at her plan, not thinking up ahead to the date, that'd only make her more nervous about everything else. She unzipped her jeans and pulled them off, trying not to think about how much of her legs could be seen under the curtain.

(OoC: I think my muse was hijacked too O.o But Ozzfest was cool. I spent the whole day flashing the peace sign and yelling "beach k!" at people.)