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Just because the lights are on doesn't mean anybody's actually home, or in this case, the shop's actually open. Sorry to break your little precious hearts, but there'll be no Visitors' Day specials today at Passione. Yes, I understand other shops are doing it, but not this one, mainly because we're closed at this hour of the night.

[And currently there are a lack of employees and such other things a business requires.]

Feel free to stop by and tell this lone worker hello if you care to, maybe bring me a coffee and a donut, maybe a late night dinner too. Just saying. It'll be your good deed for the day.

[ooc: Action/Audio welcome since she's at the shop. Everything is fair game except anything past S4 of Bones. Anything else she can easily forgot by *~*magic*~*.]

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[The door was open, not everyone cared enough to play with the little phones they were issued on arrival, and Passione is now being visited by an irate-looking woman wearing nothing more than lingerie and wicked heels. Her lyrical accent doesn't do much to soften her words.]

I have had it with today, okay? First I'm killed by a vampire and now no one will sell me fucking clothes. Do you know what it's like, dying and then being in a city full of putas and cabrons without a fucking pair of pants?

[Well, that hope that people would actually listen to her warning was certainly shortlived. Angela just looks weary as the woman strolls (stomps?) on in while she's unpacking bolts of fabric on the salon floor.

Maybe it would've help if she had locked the door.]

I'm sorry about the vampire, sweetie, but like I said, we're closed. We're not actually in business yet. I can lend you a pair of pants to hold you for the day, but it won't be anything designer.

[Yes, that was stomping. And yes, maybe locking the door would have helped.

The woman's tone and demeanor does a quick one-eighty.]

I would take anything you would lend, doll--I didn't see you weren't open.

[Had Angela been a ruder person, she would have swung an arm around to present the empty and half dim store to this lady because it being closed is pretty obvious. However, Angela's too nice for that and instead, gets up and moves to the clothing racks full of off-season pieces.]

What size are you?

[Look, recently dead here, and vampires aren't even supposed to be real. After her initial bitchery, however, the woman seems to get that she's being a pain in the ass.]

Don't laugh at me for having a fat ass? Size four.

If that's fat, I have to be obese. [Angela chuckles as she pushes a few hangers out of the way and picks out a couple of pants, one pair of dark blue jeans and the other plain black slacks, and holds them out draped over each arm.] Take your pick.

Showbusiness, bacana. What's hot on you? Makes me a cow. [She picks the jeans and, before trying them on, reaches into her bra to pull out a few bills.] What can I give you for them?

[Angela waves her hand at the cash. Cinna would probably kill her for giving away free stuff, but he isn't here now, is he?]

Nothing. Your money's no good here.

[Legitimately. That's not City currency that woman's carrying there. Changing it over will be a pain in Angela's ass.]

[She wrongly assumes that this wholly an act of kindness.]

Can I get a name to put with a thank you?

[It's okay to assume. Part of it is kindness. Angela is a softie, after all.]

Angela.

Thanks, Angela. Chévere. I should maybe repay you sometime.

[She kicks off her shoes and shimmies into the jeans.]

But now? I know a lot of men who need to be killed. You know how it is.

[Angela tilts her head, obviously confused and concerned.]

No, I actually don't. What's going on?

I figure maybe the pig who let the douchebag vampires eat me is here. The vampires, too.

[Oh, wait. Angela took that threat of murder seriously.]

I never kill that asswipe when I say I will, don't worry. I only want to haunt him while I get the chance.

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