LadyRunic

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@Mister Thirteen I'll go right ahead and do that!

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Alice took the cash with a smile as the customer- Liam- admired himself in one of the mirrors of her shop. He did cut a very good image, and she was glad he liked the look. Storing the money into her cash box and locking it again, she counted out his change in the change jar she kept next to her laptop below the counter top. Setting the change on the receipt for the coat, the tailor paused a stunned look crossing her features.

Was he- Did he just ask her out? Like a date ask out? Her cheeks flushed a red as she blinked for a second. She wasn't really a wine drinker but- "Tea? I think I know a place." She offered with tentative smile. Not sure why he was asking her for a drink. Was it merely to congratulate a job well done or was it more? She was something of a workaholic, so meeting people in such a way wasn't exactly common. Though it wasn't uncommon either. It helped that Liam Enduro was rather handsome and had incredibly good taste. The side smile with the dimples in his cheeks did make her cheeks and nose turn a bit more red. Flustering and brushing the wrinkles from her skirt, Alice slide off the stool. "I own this place, so I can leave it close with out a problem." She admitted, picking up a stylish deep navy blue coat. Ready to join him for this offered drink and to see what he wanted with it.

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Alice paused as Liam intervened with any potential edits she could make to the jacket. The raven haired tailor blushed at the praise. She knew and did her job well of course, but it still was incredibly pleasing tp hear it out loud. Stowing away her criticism about her own work, something that would not do to show the customer! Alice nearly skipped her way over to the register.

Jotting down the article number of the clothing in her record book, Alice wrote the name and price in full next to it. "It is." She gave a small chuckle. "And I do have a credit card scanner back here, as well as take checks." She reassured Liam that her shop wasn't completely devoid of modern payment methods. "I like seeing my clothing find a good fit. It means I have done my job well." She admitted, pleased with how thing were going.

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Alice slide off the stool with a small clack as her boots hit the smooth floor. The steady click and clack as she moved out from behind the counter and collected the large coat. In all honesty it would swallow Alice up if she were to wear it. But sliding it onto Liam's outstretched arms, the tailor studied the fit. Circling her work and the current client slowly as she studied the two and the fit. Her green eyes flickering up and down though it held none of the interest of a woman whose seen a handsome man. No, it was a handsome fit. But Alice was already making notes, suggestions really, to make the fit better. A tweak here and little bit let out there. Perhaps a under shirt or certain type of pants.

Shoes were another conversation entirely. Nodding to herself, Alice beamed at Liam's apparent eagerness and enthusiasm. It was always enjoyable to work with someone who could appreciate a good set of clothing, and this coat matched him well. Though she did note green or brown might work better. Give his pale skin a bit more color. "I can let some things out, take some in?" The tiny tailor offered, chewing at her lip in thought. "Perhaps tweak the collar a bit higher." She mused aloud. If anyone let her Alice would run over a piece of clothing from dawn to dusk and then still nit pick over the details. The light of inspiration was in her green eyes as she took in her handiwork.

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Liam Enduro. The name sounded slightly Spanish to Alice's ears, but that wasn't for her to comment on. She was quite pleased he enjoyed the coat. "It's a hundred twenty- with tax." Alice informed him quietly as she set the coat on the counter and pulled out several boxes in the wall behind the till. Each held a needle with a certain color of thread, or buttons of a certain color or make. Pulling out the appropriate amount of silver buttons and fastenings the tailor perched on the iron wrought stool she had tucked away below the antique till. The price wasn't a unreasonable sum for a one of a kind thing with that fabric. The silver is what drove the price up a good bit. Alice refused to use false gilt on her outfits. Preferring the real metal, which she suspected this gentleman would as well.

Flicking a lamp on, Alice gave a small apologetic smile to Mister Enduro. "Please look around the shop. I doubt I'll be good conversation!" She commented, her focus already at the task at hand. With slim fingers and a particular care, the tailor began to ply her trade with a single minded concentration. Each thread coming from it's anchor without marring the cloth with holes of it's absence. Once one button or fastening was removed, black thread flashed in to restore it with a silver button. The black velvet buttons being setting to the side for another outfit. The left over thread would go into the trash. The stray comment coming as she placed the last button tight to it's proper place. "You'll look absolutely marvelous in this, sir." Her fingers stretching and tucking the needle in the bobbin of thread. She could put it away later. Green eyes peered up at Liam. "Shall we see how it fits?" Alice offered, not bothering her excitement at seeing him in the exquisite coat.

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The raven tailor listened carefully to the man's request, her eyes bright with delight. This was right up her alley so to speak! Clasping her hands together she gave the man a beaming look of sheer joy. "I have just the thing. Though it might need a few modifications... It's nothing I can't have done in a small bit." Her forefinger and thumb held a bit apart to reveal the 'small' in small. Spinning on her heel in a flurry of lace and rustle of cloth, she slipped between two racks. Both held the suits and jackets of various style and sizes, the large ones being in the back. Covering her mouth with a small hand, she shot the man a apologetic look. "My apologies! I should have introduced myself. I am Alice- Alice Lynch." She amended her mistake as green eyes narrowed at the label of one coat.

Selecting several clear bagged coats from the hangers, the tailor moved towards the small stage and mirrored corner of her store. A fitting area and place to see the fit of something. Sequestered next to it was a bit of paneling that led into a small fitting room. Not easy to make out unless it was pointed out. Gesturing for the man to follow her over, she set the jackets across the chair before selecting the most likely candidate. It was just as he asked for. The buttoned up front laid as way typical in that time period. A jet black coat that would fall to just below his knees. The buttons however were black and meant to blend in, letting the silver trim stand out all the more. It wasn't flamboyant, but there was a certain edge defined by the border of silver. Then golden light of the Timeless brought the hidden design the fabric hid to light. A shifting pattern that would be hard to pick out in subtle silver strands. "I can change out the buttons in about... a half hour? If not less." Alice frowned, offering him the coat to try on. Giving herself room to work with a large amount of time than usual. "Would something like this work perhaps?" The price for this coat was rather high as it was hailed- by her anyways- as one of her best works. And one of a kind.

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There was another clatter as the chair fell the floor, Alice stumbling back with a startled noise. She hadn't even heard the door open! Reminding herself to install a bell- something simple to help with the late nights. Picking the chair up again, Alice studied the potential customer, looking with a open curiosity. He was rather handsome. What with that pale skin and vibrant hair, he could be a model! Though it also made her fingers itch to pick up the fabrics and design a suit or some new fashion for this man. A deep green, perhaps burnt orange mixed with brown for the under shirt? The long hair was something she brushed off. Tie it back with a burnt orange ribbon- no, a green would look better.

Shaking herself to snap herself out of the spinning daydreams of fashion. She'd make a new line base of the colors later, for now she had a potential customer. Bills and the potential fabric and thread combinations both were fueled with money. Customers gave her money. Giving the tall man a charming smile, she welcomed him to the shop. "Good evening and welcome! Yes, we're still open, so how can I help you?" She prattled on, extending a hand to shake.

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@Mister Thirteen Why of course they don't exist dear! Their terrific inspiration for fashion, but aside from that purely myth!

Dude, I have Alice down pat. Why would she believe in these creatures? Though to be fair, Alice would be that person who calls a vampire a werewolf and vice versa. Under the mistaken view that their generally the same snarly thing.

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The loud crash of a mahogany chair falling with a crash to the polished floor made Alice Lynch wince as she hoisted the bolt of fabric higher and shove it into it's allotted shelf. Delicate fingers rearranged the folds and set the chair to rights next to the matching set of table and chair. No damage done, but it was a irritant. The dimming sun outside had since gone down, and the antique clock chiming the late hour above the desk built into the back wall. The darkness outside suited the shop's interior thought and made the golden of the wood paneled walls and warm yellow lights shine all the more. The sign above the store reading 'Timeless Tailor' in golden letters against a black board.

The shop was Alice's pride and joy. Not to mention passion in life. Having scrapped together every dollar she could get her hands on, Alice had purchased the small building. The upper floors of the three story, old brick building serving as storage, as well as her own apartment. Plucking a flung veil from a lamp, she reattached it to the correct display. A bridal party had come through and while they had spent good money, the trail of destruction they left through her beloved shop... It was nothing Alice could not right, so she did just that. Setting things back on the display shelves, straightening mannequins, and giving the odd mirror a quick buffer.

Spinning about in her black heeled boots, the tailor studied her handiwork as she reached the ancient register. It too lacked the modern convenience, though she had a more updated one below the obvious of the counter. Green eyes gleamed with glee at the polished and shining perfect of the Timeless. Her hands on the hips of her lolita dress. Inspired by Victorian times the skirt that fell to just below the knee was the base of black layered with blue panels and edged in black lace. The matching blouse was the opposite and fit her like a glove. As it should, she had made it herself. Giving a quick glance over in a mirror, she plucked apart the ribbon that held her bun up. The blasted thing was utterly irritating after that mess. Not to mention it was nearing the closing time, Alice mused after giving the clock a quick glance in the mirror. Her waist length thick black hair shook as she turned about again, going through the closing routine. It might be a bit early to start such a thing, but the woman gave a cheery smile. It didn't mean the work ended for her. Just the customer dealing part! She still had designs to work with. Commissions to make. Her heeled boots clicked as she moved about, beaming at her lot in life.