[ Thrifting is a well-honored pastime for any Earp, but as a purveyor of distressed vintage tees and fine leather, Wynonna specifically gets a small thrill out of perusing the racks at Wasteland because chances are she'll stumble across some of the weirdest stuff. There are times she's definitely ended up with clothing that is objectively fugly solely because she had to present a shirt with glitter cactuses (cacti?) on it as a joke to one Peter Parker, or buy Frank a belt that's designed to look like a strip of bacon with an egg-shaped belt buckle. These are honestly treasures that she simply can't allow to go home with anyone else.
But today, she's here for herself, just casually browsing with no real intention of going home with anything unless she stumbles across a must-have, and it's in attempting to cross around one of the racks and start in on another that she finds herself colliding with someone else in the same space. ]
Whoa! Shit, sorry. Yeah, no harm done. [ She shifts back, shoulders hunching reflexively beneath the weight of her jacket. ] Turns out leather absorbs some damage, who knew?
[ She's teasing on that one, mouth quirking to one side in an attempt at a polite smile as she looks over the other woman. ]
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But today, she's here for herself, just casually browsing with no real intention of going home with anything unless she stumbles across a must-have, and it's in attempting to cross around one of the racks and start in on another that she finds herself colliding with someone else in the same space. ]
Whoa! Shit, sorry. Yeah, no harm done. [ She shifts back, shoulders hunching reflexively beneath the weight of her jacket. ] Turns out leather absorbs some damage, who knew?
[ She's teasing on that one, mouth quirking to one side in an attempt at a polite smile as she looks over the other woman. ]