Shopping Trip (Open)

[jenny]

Jenny fidgeted somewhat in the fluffy cream bathrobe she was currently wearing. Eric and Vic had taken her back to their 'safe-house' last night after the party had wound down. This turned out to be a very ritzy penthouse suite, and Jenny had near-collapsed into the bed she'd been given and fallen into what had felt like a coma. Only to be awoken a few moments ago by Eric, who had informed her that they were to go shopping today and for her to pick out something to borrow until they could stop at the first store.

She stepped over to the closet he'd indicated before he'd left again--adgitated and distant--and opened it up. The girl rummaged around until she found something that might fit; a pair of charcoal-colored baggy jeans that she was forced to keep around her hips with a belt, and a black Transformers t-shirt, the Decepticons logo proudly displayed across the front. Jenny left it loose to hide the poorly fitting pants, then managed to find a pair of grey tennis shoes that she could keep on her feet if she wore two pair of socks and tied them extra tight. A quick glance in the mirror caused her to groan at the state of her hair, so a few more minutes were spent combing out the thick mass and then absently plaiting it into her customary style--loose braids at either side of her head. That accomplished, she took in a deep breath and met the gaze of her reflection squarely.

"You can do this, old girl. Nothing to it. Just . . . act natural. Nothing spastic. You should be fine."

After that not-as-helpful-as-she-would-have-liked pep-talk, Jenny turned on her heel and exited the room she'd been shown to. This was to find Vic and Eric--in his Mr. Paratus form--waiting for her in the commons. The former smiled wide at the sight of her, immediately getting to his feet in a very old-world and very sweet show of manners. Eric, unsurprisingly, remained seated. Jenny gave a tentative smile, playing with the end of one of her braids, which had swung forward and over one shoulder.

"All set, I suppose. Thanks again, for . . . for all of this. Really. And for letting me borrow some clothes." She picked a little at the shirt she was wearing with a wry laugh. "I always did have a soft spot for the Transformers. Old Starscream never could catch a break, the poor sod."

[eric]

Moments before she had entered the room, Jenny had been a topic of conversation between Victor and MECH. The Insane fool wanted MECH to be the one to train her for her new position. Apparently, he thought MECH didn't have enough to do already. MECH probably wouldn't have minded so much, be he could only be in one place at a time.

At least until he found a way to hack into the SHIELD mainframe and get the blueprints of those oh so fascinating Life Model Decoys.

The conversation had ended just before she walked out, Vic getting his way yet again.

He tried to ignore her, at least until the notification from the Limo driver came. Key word being tried.

He really couldn't help but look at her, she had picked out his favorite shirt. More accurately, he couldn't help looking at where the Decepticon logo of the shirt was.

Perhaps it was a good thing he was still sitting. He really couldn't understand why seeing her wearing his shirt was causing a stronger reaction than seeing her in that dress last night.

And then she had to starting talking about Starscream. The single greatest Transformer, ever.

Maybe he better alter the Hologram before they left....

[vic]

Vic couldn't help but smirk the whole way to the store, siting in the back of the limo with Jenny and MECH, oh the tension in this car...could cut it with a knife. His eyes flipped back and forth between the two of them, unable to stop smirking the whole way. He hummed softly while MECH played on his phone and Jenny stared out the window as they pulled up to the store.

A short walk inside and up to the counter, the clerk glared at Jenny's dress in her hands and back at him, she blinked at him. A short talk here, a charming smile there and before long Jenny was set up on a shopping spree and the dress was paid for, complements of the manager and a small slew of associates following them. Take care of there every whim.

Vic sighed, bored again. He looked toward Jenny and smiled, looking slightly uncomfortable with all the attention, eventually calming down after a time. MECH looked just plain bored...until he looked toward Jenny, then he looked...uncomfortable, not used to this 'emotion' thing. Sigh, this will be interesting. He stood up and stretched.

"Alright, I'm off to get into trouble. You two don't do anything I wouldn't do." He winked. With that he walked out of the store and down the street. Whats a guy have to do to get a decent burger around here...

[eric]

MECH glared at Victor.

"Oh yes, leaving me to do all the work. Again. Don't come crawling to me, when you really do attract trouble."

He turned back to watch Jenny out of the corner of his eye as he resumed his conversation with the manager.

"Ms. Spence's purchases will need to be dropped off at the following location. I know it's not normally your company policy, but there will be a healthy tip in it for which every employee is able to do so." He handed over a business card with the delivery address on it. "Simply ask at the front desk for Mr. Michaels."

From there, be proceeded to ignore the manager and the rest of the staff, as he found a corner to wait in. He found one that offered a decent view of both the front, and the staff only entrance at the back. It wasn't the best defensive position, but it allowed him to keep an eye out while watching Jenny at the same time.

Just because they hadn't seen any tails from the Lab didn't meant there weren't any. Especially now that Von Droth was being so public. Nothing good would come of this. It was just a matter of time.