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❛ 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍 ❜ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════
Rory sipped at her banana milk, knees pulled up to her chest. The vampire was dragged along with Stefan, Rebekah and Klaus in an impromptu shopping spree to ensure that Rebekah fits in with the modern times. Not that Rebekah didn't look stunning in her flapper dress from the 20's, but Rory could see where it could come off as a little odd for someone walking around like that, even in Chicago.
"There has to be more to this dress," Rebekah's voice flooded out of the dressing room.
"There's not," Klaus responded, resting his chin against his knuckles. In his spare hand was a champagne glass—one that he compelled the workers in the shop to get for him. Klaus' eyes flickered to Rory, who was zoning out in the corner. His arm crept towards her, tapping on her shoulder. She gave him a questioning look, to which he asked, "Don't you want anything?"
"Not really in the mood for any shopping," Rory replied as she crushed the milk box in her hand. "I'm getting a bit... hungry."
Klaus' lips upturned into a smirk. "Are you ready to take my offer on that TA?"
"No," Rory gave him a pointed look.
"So women in the 21st-century dress like prostitutes, then," Rebekah pushed aside the curtain for the dressing room, stepping out in a tight, black dress. It came to a stop at her mid thigh, and there was a generous amount of cleavage on show.
"Actually, that's considered pretty safe," Rory inputted. Rebekah turned to face her, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Rory shrugged. "I'm saying that there are shorter, showier dresses. I wouldn't say the one you're wearing counts as something a prostitute would wear."
Rebekah's expression turned sordid. "You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers,"
"You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing," Klaus gave her a demeaning smile.
"And all of that wouldn't be a problem if people just minded their own business," Rory stated, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident," Rebekah continued.
"It's dance music," Stefan said.
"People dance to this?" Rebekah wore an incredulous look on her face.
"Are we done?" Klaus asked in an exasperated manner, clearly getting sick of his sister's nonsensical yammering.
"And why are you so grumpy?" Rebekah pouted.
"I needed one thing from you for my witch to find out why my hybrids are dying. One thing—your necklace. And you lost it," Klaus snapped. Rory fidgeted in her seat, her eyes meeting Stefan's. The two of them knew exactly where the 'lost' necklace was—it was around Elena Gilbert's neck, who Klaus presumed was dead.
