Chapter 31
Liz was doing what she did best; be a woman. It had been nearly a month since she last went shopping, and now she could finally do it again with friends whose only reason to be there was to make her look good; it was her eighteenth birthday all over again.
She was a bit nervous at first, but then she remembered the Titanstone and what it did to her. Liz was the embodiment of perfection; neither of the two massive beasts she called her friends looked at her as anything but their friend and dress-up-doll.
Only an hour had gone by, and already there was a small pile of cloths she had tried in one corner, a large pile of cloths she had yet to try in another corner, and a large circle of mirrors in another corner. Mish sat by Liz as a judge of the cloths she wore and Karen was off looking for more, as if they did not have enough already.
As Liz twirled around, she said to Mish, “So, why didn’t the rest of you change like Marcus? He got rid of his past to make himself wiser, what about the rest of you.”
Mish said, “The only reason Marcus was ever in our group was because of his skills as a drafter. He was a little brat kid that needed to change.”
“Like Dem?”
“Exactly.”
“And like Dragoon?”
Mish stood and leaned her jaws excessively close to Liz. She said, “Would you like to explain your opinion of my husband.”
“No, I’m fine. But I still think he’s an ass.”
“Who was the last man you met who was not an ass? Don’t say your brother, because he’s only not an ass because he ripped his own brain out.”
“Believe me, he’s still an ass.”
“I can’t say I disagree,” Mish said as Liz spun round with a new skirt. Mish sighed and said, “I wish I could be human again; try some of those cloths on myself.”
“Oh come on, you look like the giant fur coat the rich bitches of France walk around in. I’m kind of jealous of you because every guy in the group has an eye out for you two.”
“The only thing,” said Karen, “that is keeping the men’s eyes away from you is the giant silver bastard that growls every time someone walks up to shake your hand.”
Liz had to laugh at that. They were all laughing when, like clockwork, the giant silver bastard that growls every time someone walks up to shake her hand pressed his head into the entrance and said, “Are you done playing dress-up or would you like me to come back in an hour?”
Mish and Karen were both ready to yell a maelstrom of diversified poetry at the intruder, but Liz said to them, “The cloths will be here tomorrow.”
Liz lifted a small pile of the cloths in her hand and the other women each took a large chunk of the pile. Liz said, “Hey Marcus, can I borrow your card?”
“No. The last time I let you use it, I had to be the company owner’s sex toy for three months to pay it off. Besides, you can return all of this when Isaac finishes your outfit. It will be done tomorrow.”
Liz jumped to Marcus’s back and the others followed. Marcus pulled his head out of the store and took flight for the island again as the east side of the sky started to lighten.
She was a bit nervous at first, but then she remembered the Titanstone and what it did to her. Liz was the embodiment of perfection; neither of the two massive beasts she called her friends looked at her as anything but their friend and dress-up-doll.
Only an hour had gone by, and already there was a small pile of cloths she had tried in one corner, a large pile of cloths she had yet to try in another corner, and a large circle of mirrors in another corner. Mish sat by Liz as a judge of the cloths she wore and Karen was off looking for more, as if they did not have enough already.
As Liz twirled around, she said to Mish, “So, why didn’t the rest of you change like Marcus? He got rid of his past to make himself wiser, what about the rest of you.”
Mish said, “The only reason Marcus was ever in our group was because of his skills as a drafter. He was a little brat kid that needed to change.”
“Like Dem?”
“Exactly.”
“And like Dragoon?”
Mish stood and leaned her jaws excessively close to Liz. She said, “Would you like to explain your opinion of my husband.”
“No, I’m fine. But I still think he’s an ass.”
“Who was the last man you met who was not an ass? Don’t say your brother, because he’s only not an ass because he ripped his own brain out.”
“Believe me, he’s still an ass.”
“I can’t say I disagree,” Mish said as Liz spun round with a new skirt. Mish sighed and said, “I wish I could be human again; try some of those cloths on myself.”
“Oh come on, you look like the giant fur coat the rich bitches of France walk around in. I’m kind of jealous of you because every guy in the group has an eye out for you two.”
“The only thing,” said Karen, “that is keeping the men’s eyes away from you is the giant silver bastard that growls every time someone walks up to shake your hand.”
Liz had to laugh at that. They were all laughing when, like clockwork, the giant silver bastard that growls every time someone walks up to shake her hand pressed his head into the entrance and said, “Are you done playing dress-up or would you like me to come back in an hour?”
Mish and Karen were both ready to yell a maelstrom of diversified poetry at the intruder, but Liz said to them, “The cloths will be here tomorrow.”
Liz lifted a small pile of the cloths in her hand and the other women each took a large chunk of the pile. Liz said, “Hey Marcus, can I borrow your card?”
“No. The last time I let you use it, I had to be the company owner’s sex toy for three months to pay it off. Besides, you can return all of this when Isaac finishes your outfit. It will be done tomorrow.”
Liz jumped to Marcus’s back and the others followed. Marcus pulled his head out of the store and took flight for the island again as the east side of the sky started to lighten.