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Villanelle and Eve are sitting down, eating takeaway curly fries. Villanelle smirks while scrolling on her phone. Eve squirts mustard all over the fries.
Villanelle, disturbed, says, "You're a psychopath."
Eve retorts, "I like mustard."
Casually chewing, Villanelle remarks, "That's messed up."
Eve's eyebrows furrow for a glimpse, echoing, "I'm the psychopath... please."
Villanelle's face is full of playful banter, "What?"
Eve smirks and shakes her head as if she doesn't want to finish what she just started.
Villanelle replaces the phone with the salt, stares into her averted eyes, and pours the salt all over the fries to rouse Eve.
Eve, trying not to act amused, says, "Go for it."
Eve finally breaks, and they laugh hard enough for bystanders to look.
With no pause, Villanelle puts her hands on Eve's cheeks and kisses her quickly. Takes her hand, leading back to the stupid camper van. "Let's go shopping."
Villanelle leans over to buckle Eve into her seat, "Safety first."
Eve's voice cracks, "Drive."
Villanelle gives a victory smile that hangs to one side as she's won the banter.
Villanelle switches through a few stations, landing on a song by Queen. Drumming and nodding to the beat.
Eve car-eokes, "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?" Coupled, "Caught in a landslide." Eve, "No escape from reality." Villanelle, "Open your eyes, look up to the skies and." Both high-pitched, "SEEEEEE"...
"Send shivers down my spine." Eve shivers dramatically.
Villanelle goofily sings, "Body's aching all the time."
Both finish the song while giggling and smiling so bad it hurts.
Eve rustles around in the glove compartment. She shows off a bubble compass with a suction cup by putting it right in Villanelle's field of view. It swings back and forth while rotating to point southwest.
Villanelle keeps glancing at Eve as she continues to rummage through the glove compartment, pulling out an old roadmap and bum bag.
Villanelle hastily says, "Open it. I want to know what's inside."
Eve unzips to find chapstick, ponchos, sunscreen, a watch, and some money. She counts, "20, 30, 40, 41, 42, 43." Fanning it in her face, mockingly touting in a bad accent, "I'm rich, darlin', fancy an evening out?"
Villanelle playfully mocks back, "Do I ever!"
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Arriving at New Look, Villanelle parks the van. As she unbuckles herself, she looks at Eve, "Let's get out of our dirty clothes."
Eve leads a few paces before Villanelle. Her lips tilt at the corners while feasting upon Eve's beautiful curves.
Villanelle pops a sucker into her mouth that she retrieved from her coat pocket. Sliding the clothes with quick certainty of disapproval.
Eve is perusing the rack. "No. no. hmm. no..." Each no is accompanied by the sound of metal hangers sliding along the rail. "Oh, maybe." Looking at a nice red blouse. The silky soft texture rubbed between her fingers.
Villanelle approaches her from behind with a few outfits in hand. "That's all you want to try?"
"What... I couldn't decide!" Eve's voice has a sharp tone at the end.
"Here" Villanelle put the red blouse up to Eve's body. "These will go nicely." Hands her a complimentary pair of black pants adorned with a thin gold chain belt. She goes back to picking out more outfits for Eve to try on. Glancing at Her through the side of her eye and smirking as Eve gets overwhelmed.
Villanelle takes Eve by the hand and heads towards the dressing room. Excited to try on all the new clothes.
Eve takes the pile of clothes into her own stall. Adjacent Villanelle shuts the door dropping all the clothes on the chair.
Villanelle buttoned all the way up except the top two on a white dress shirt tucked into well-fitting black pants. "Are you ready, Eve?"
Eve's stall creaks open. Looking at each other in approval.
Villanelle was proud of herself, "Did a good job picking your clothes!"
"It certainly isn't something I would pick." Eve looks into the mirror between them. Yellow fluffy bowl hat, yellow tank top; yellow skirt. Laughter sparks between them.
Amidst the rustling of changing clothes, Villanelle requests, "Ready?"
Eve's door creaked again. A bout of laughter becomes contagious. Eve is dressed in a way too masculine manner. Villanelle is only in an atrocious ugly Christmas sweater.
"Is that a dog or a camel?!" Eve chuckles
Villanelle presses her chin against her neck and pulls the bottom of the sweater out in front, "I thought it was a cat. Look..." Tracing the silhouette of the animal. "Cat."
"That is not a cat." Eve says lowly and factually.
Both of them continue to try on the ridiculous outfits Villanelle picked out. Laughing til their cheeks hurt. Bantering on the ridiculousness of the outfits. Creaks from the door and laughter emanate into their memories.
Villanelle tucks a peach polo into baby blue shorts. She puts her hair into a low ponytail. Checking herself out in the mirror calling towards the back of her, "Are you ready?"
Eve's stall door creaks open. Villanelle's pupils widen looking at Eve in a long brown turtle neck with black stockings.
A unison short laugh fills the room. Eve, "Well don't you look cute!"
"You are sexy, Eve." Villanelle's eyes shift into their alluring state as she says romantically.
Eve's eyebrows furrow and pupils dilate from the way Villanelle is devouring her.
Villanelle walks towards her guiding her back into the stall. The door creaks shut.
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The cashier scans the brown turtle neck. *Beep* A box of Bean Boozled. *Beep* He looks at the two of them with questions. Eve's hair is more frazzled than normal. Villanelle's crazy eyes are back staring at him. "Have you tried these?"
"N-no." He focuses on scanning the rest of the clothes. *Beep*
Eve holding the bag of clothes to her chest. Still checked out of reality looking at Villanelle the whole way back to the camper van.