Accessory Wars

Chapter 6-Felisa

            Standing outside a black store front filled to the brim with black clothes, accessories and random bits of home design, I felt really out of place. I did have one black skirt and I remembered to wear it, subconsciously hoping it would impress Kami. The fabric was sweltering with how hot the weather was. At least my shirt was white. I rolled the sleeves up to my elbows to help stave off the heat. I fought off to urge the fiddle with my hair pin to keep my hair intact. One touch and the fresh curls would wilt.

The Withered Screech sat downtown between a smoothie shop and a dance studio that taught ballet. It looked so out of place stuck between the two but I figured the close proximity to smoothies would be nice. I stepped inside, my eyes straining to adjust to the severe change in lighting. My knee bumped into a black table covered in black lacy lingerie. I peered closer, my eyes having a hard time making out the fabric. I jumped as I heard heavy boots on the wooden floors and I turned to see a shockingly white face peering at me from behind a heavy dose of eye liner.

"Yes?" the man asked. His black hair was pulled into a Mohawk, although I have no idea how since it stood almost a foot in the air.

"H-Hi," I stammered. "I'm, uh, just looking. I know Kami?" The man raised a penciled on eyebrow. Oh, he had no eyebrows! I immediately wanted to touched mine to make sure they were there but kept them stuck clinging to the strap of my purse.

"She's in the back," the man stated, standing upright. "I'll tell her you're here." The man strolled away, his boots clomping along the floorboards. I wondered how heavy they were and how hard it would be to walk in shoes like that. I tried heels once at the store and I hit my head on the shelves after tripping on the carpet.

While I waited, I returned my attention to the lacy undergarments. I figured it couldn't hurt to look so I began to lift up different ones to see the lacy patterns in the light filtering in from the front window. Strangely, I found a couple I liked and held onto them as I went to browse the vast jewelry section on display. I lost myself trying to organize all the different categories in my head. Some of the keychains were cute, in their own spooky sort of way.

"Morning, love!" I looked up as Kami strolled in, her lips parted into a dazzling smile. She wore a similar dress to yesterday but this one had puffy shoulder sleeves made out of lace. Her choker had a black cat the size of my hand resting upon her chest and a set of long, dangling earrings chimed as she moved her head. "I see you've found a catch," she noted, nodding to the panties in my hand.

"They were cute."

"Of course their cute! I know the girl who designs them. Which ones are you getting?" I showed her and she gave an approving nod. "Lovely work. I think I've got at least six pairs at home. If you have your eye on jewelry, we're having a buy two, get one fifty percent off sale at the moment."

"I don't know. It's a bit too...eccentric for me," I muttered, looking down at the case. "I'm more for lighter colors."

"How about some warmer wearables? We should be getting scarves soon. I got some of the loveliest gloves here last year and I hope we get them in again. Really saved my hands in the cold weather but as of now, it's far too hot still." Kami leaned against the display and examined her nails. I noticed there were now little plastic spiders glued onto them.

"You're quite the artist," I complimented.

"Oh, thanks! You make me blush but I didn't do these. My gal pal Marty does them. I could set you up with a wicked set if you want, so long as you don't mind black," Kami replied with a grin.