One Night Out-||Jonelle/PM||

[angelique]

Etiquette.

See beyond the looking
glass...

Typical behavior of the typical female that was out on a night. Insert one woman. Add inside of it the assistance of a credit card squared. Divide by the lack of concern for finances and subtract the illusion of restraint and what were you left with?

That's right. Shopping spree!!!

Angelique Ramona Delasangre I, the first of many women that were crowding the store of La Belle Chic that sat on the corner of Somersaut and 5th Avenue, lifted a well strapped leather boot to cross over a thigh Brown eyes observing the scene around her, the little woman couldn't help but scowl at the shift in weather that her old hometown of New York City seemed to obtain at these times of the year. Snow drifted softly through the air in tantilizing patterns, leaving the streets in a decour of winter solastice elegance. Blessing the cars, the streets, and the buildings with its idealistic view of beauty, the night sky was dotted along with stars that appeared to be just as crystallized and beautiful as the snow the heavens shook over the Earth. People, in burly coats made of fur and leather, crowded the streets with their frosted breaths hovering in front of them, either eager to race home and stand in front of the fire or possess the nearest shop for an ounce of warmth and the latest trends. Sitting upon the bench in front of the little cozy shop of Europe's newest styles, Angelique found herself huddled underneath the comfort of her snow white fur coat, the minx fur aiding with keeping her ears from growing red.

"I'm ready to go back to the penthouse..."

Of course the little lady was more eager to gather the tools necessary to parade around the store in young woman wonder of the trends. With nothing restraining the dear Angelique from getting her way, the impatience showed clearly upon her features. The only testimant due to her lack of splurging lied in the people that she waited for.

Inside her coat, her fingers twitched over the wallet. Though Adonis had been reluctant in providing his eldest daughter with the funds necessary to give her the spree that she desired, he would do anything to keep his wife's favorite happy and pleased. Asterelly knew and understood the ways of each and everyone of her children, and Angelique wasn't any different. Without the influence of pretty clothes, aspiring items that kept her esteem on a certain level, the woman understood that the girl would start to fell less than adequate when it came to those around her. No offspring of the Lenclos would feel that way in the presence of anyone, not as long as the woman could help it. Even if it meant they had to cut drastically into their funds to fulfill that need; Angelique was the ticket to continue the tradition, and her needs had to be met.

To the young girl, if she had an ounce of compassion and care in her heart, she would've never taken the credit cards. Angelique, however, didn't. The night was young, the clothes were hot, and this girl was taking way too fucking long.

Impatience.

[joelle]

"Tch." The Sagittarius uttered passed her lips as she looked down at her friend. The spontaneous woman placed a hand on her hip, then turned her attention back towards the streets. The people whom were wandering aimlessly, the children whom bugged at their mothers for what they wanted, and everything else, her eyes watched it. "You want to go back, already? It's far, far too early my dearest. Its a young night, what are you.. Scared or something? Scared of the big bad streets of New York?" The girl asked with laughter threatening to escape into each and every word she spoke. Be it as it may, she was not ready to leave this place so soon.

"Look at this place, Angie, its amazing. And you know what? We cannot leave until we find out what the night life of this place is really like, okay? I'll make it worth ya while, so don't fret." The overly dressed girl sunk down to sit beside her friend. As people passed, their eyes just so happened to fall on the ridiculous looking girl. Though, let them look. Not everyone in New York was going to wear an almost bumblebee looking coat along with black pants and impossible looking black stilletos. Oh, and you weren't allowed to forget the glitter. Some here, some there, some used as eyeshadow. It was all just fine.

One of her legs crossed over the other as she continued watching the streets of the big city. What a spectacle this place was. And it almost made her laugh because she felt like she would fit right on in in this place. A sudden smile touched her lips as a thought came over her mind, "Say, if you really want to go back to the penthouse, we can, but," The girl stated, holding up a finger.

"We are going to get absolutely smashed out of our minds tonight, and we have to wear some of these clothes to a club in the big apple, what do you think about that? You get your rest for a little bit, then we go work all of that rest off completely."

[angelique]

"Jo, you have always made me want to leave where ever we were with your bodacious form and classic impudence."

Angelique's instant change shifted as soon as the arrival of long time friend arrived on the scene. Face lifted from the drooping bored eyes of someone feeling abandoned brightened at the display of glossy colors and glitter that possessed the body of Sophia Jonelle DeAngelis, fashion extremist extrodinaire. From her studies upon the girl since high school, Angelique always detected a sense of beyond the veil when it came to the personality of the young woman. Her style for this particular outing was only proff of that.

Because of such a thing, Angelique always made sure that whenever the DeAngelis was involved in a situation, her clothes would dim in comparison to Jonelle's. Though, it was pretty hard to predict when Jonelle would change from something exotic and flamboyant into something simple, Angelique had to always keep herself on the up and up when it came to Jonelle's unpredictability. Simple black hip huggers ending with almost translucent leather stilletto boots and her white minx fur coat kept her from appearing too fashionable. Compared to her "friend", it was the perfect way to ensure that Jonelle stood out more than anyone within a 5ft radius with her.

It was, after all, a part of Angelique's mirror effect. It magnified Jonelle's beauty by not only reflecting off of her plainness, but causing an Area of Effect to de-glamorized the many New Yorkers around them as well. With a smile, Angelique simply shrugged at the suggestion of the woman when she stood and stretched a bit to beat the frost that kept her joints tight. Long golden hair spilled around her, and a shudder wracked through Angie's body before she blinked towards Jonelle in a curious manner.

"I suppose we can do that..." Lowering her voice was a sign of Jonelle's personality overwhelming her own. It illuminated the woman to the point where onlookers from the crowd were now staring at Jonelle, either admiring her beauty and bold sense of style or questioning her audacity.

"You must promise that we can have a nice quiet dinner after this spree, however. I refuse to eat in a noisy club full of sweaty bodies, nor do I wish to eat extremely late tonight. We can pick out any outfit you want, and I'll even let you dress me, Jonelle. But, you know how I hate red...."

Which was what Angelique thought Jonelle was going to put her in exactly. Though she hated red, she knew that red ate her body up completely in the most delicious of ways. Whatever Jonelle would go with, however, wouldn't compare to her beauty. That was what mattered in this friendship. That was what made their relationship successful by use of the Mirror Effect.

"Now, come along. I have Adonis's credit cards and I'm not afraid to use them."

Around, the night felt a little tighter.

[joelle]

A sudden grin touched the extroverts lips as she peered over to Angelique. "Voulez ne pas être comme chacun autrement." She stated simply, holding her head up in an obviously proud manner. One didn't need to know what she was saying to understand that she was stroking her own ego. Maybe it was due to the smile that was on her lips, the one that spoke all of her inner thought, or the eyes that were the mirror to her very soul. Either way, you just had to understand Joelle's body language if you wanted to read her correctly. "And you speak as though I wouldn't be able to understand what you're saying with your flashy, big words, but forget not, I've been a mistress of the English language for as long as I can remember." Then, an obtuse, yet inquisitive look came over her features as she furrowed her brow just a bit.

"You do understand what you are saying, right? I mean, you aren't just throwing words in there to throw.. hmm?" Joelle was very blatantly picking at the girl sitting beside her. It was what she did, though.. She picked, and people picked back at her. It was a wondrous cycle. Lacing her fingers together, she listened in to Angelique's reply, twirling her thumbs about one another. As she replied that they could do what she had suggested-- the part about not getting smashed -- she nodded very briefly as she awaited for the rest of the terms and conditions that she knew were coming. There never came a clean surrender with someone such as Angelique. It was kind of cute, actually.

And they soon came;

"You sound vaguely disgusted about sweaty bodies," Laughter chimed from the girl, "I love the scent of the club, the heat as you get right up into the core of the dancing.. The everything about it." She stated, a small shrug coming to her shoulders. "But, your wish is my command, my dear. We will eat at seven forty-five on the dot. I will drop everything," She pulled out a pocket watch that looked rather childish, an image of Hello Kitty appearing on it, "when this clock says that it is time." Between her index and thumb, she shook the clock just a bit in Angelique's direction.

"And no red?" A snort came from her, "There is something wrong with you." She stated, standing up to her feet, making sure that she was out of passer-bys' ways. She didn't wish to make contact, and not to mention she hated getting suckered into tight spots. It made her feel oh so uncomfortable. "I know, personally, that you are not afraid to use that card." More laughter. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

"Don't pick some black n` white store, kay?"