Ha! Really? How so? [She shoots him a grin, though it's an unpleasant one. It's the face of someone who's found the right button to push.] Please, spare me. The v-vast majority of men are total losers when it comes to the opposite sex. There's no use pretending your situation is special. Admit it! You m-made a complete fool of yourself, didn't you?
[Pot, kettle. She always feels better about being a social flop if she's not the only reject suck to the bottom of the barrel.
They drift into the store just as he swaps the spotlight back on her. Suddenly she's much less comfortable.]
Japan. [She says sharply. And stiffly. Weird that he couldn't figure that out.
She glances at him sideways, flicking aimlessly through a rack of shirts. She had some notoriety before and she's infamous now, but it occurs to her that all those preconceived notions may not apply here. If he has no idea who she is (what she is), if everyone really was pulled from the endless gamut of time and space, then maybe she has a clean slate. A real chance at redemption. No suspicious glares, no threats, no denied privileges. The two of them are on equal footing.
And that doesn't just count for her record. She doesn't have to be a disgusting loser here. It's her chance at a makeover. A new impression, a new life!
Before, you know, she goes back to keep fixing her old one. But still! The future just may turn out bright after all.
The smile she wears now leans more pleasant, if still secretive. And unseemly. There's an odd blush taking over her cheeks. It implies nothing chaste.]
And it's 2014. So yes, th-this place practically looks like a theme park to me. Are th-these shoulder pads? [She makes such a face at the blouse in question.] Whoever thought that was a g-good idea?
Gently ballparks a year
[Pot, kettle. She always feels better about being a social flop if she's not the only reject suck to the bottom of the barrel.
They drift into the store just as he swaps the spotlight back on her. Suddenly she's much less comfortable.]
Japan. [She says sharply. And stiffly. Weird that he couldn't figure that out.
She glances at him sideways, flicking aimlessly through a rack of shirts. She had some notoriety before and she's infamous now, but it occurs to her that all those preconceived notions may not apply here. If he has no idea who she is (what she is), if everyone really was pulled from the endless gamut of time and space, then maybe she has a clean slate. A real chance at redemption. No suspicious glares, no threats, no denied privileges. The two of them are on equal footing.
And that doesn't just count for her record. She doesn't have to be a disgusting loser here. It's her chance at a makeover. A new impression, a new life!
Before, you know, she goes back to keep fixing her old one. But still! The future just may turn out bright after all.
The smile she wears now leans more pleasant, if still secretive. And unseemly. There's an odd blush taking over her cheeks. It implies nothing chaste.]
And it's 2014. So yes, th-this place practically looks like a theme park to me. Are th-these shoulder pads? [She makes such a face at the blouse in question.] Whoever thought that was a g-good idea?