Snippet #2668671

"You are impossible."
"I still want a hipster bracelet."

Elisa glanced around at all the knick knacks and jewelry, particularly fascinated by a necklace that had tiny sea shells encapsulated in resin. It was beachy without looking too much like the overpriced, cheaply made souvenirs that were scattered throughout so many of the other shops. She set it down and looked back over to Beck, looking at the bracelets he was so intensely inspecting.

"They're all nice. Very California, very hipster." She said, picking one that was entirely braided leather strands with darkly colored beads woven into it.

"I think this one's pretty cool?" It came out as more of a question, as she wasn't yet sure what Beck was looking for in the bracelet. She liked things that were simple, and for her personally she liked them to be rather feminine and dainty. Months ago she wouldn't have even worn jewelry, but lately her style had been evolving into someone who liked pastels and ribbons and things that were very girly in nature. Looking at her, she was the odd one out in comparison to Millie and Rebecca who both seemed to favor darker, sexier looks.

She wondered, for a moment, if she should try and look more like them. Is that what Beck liked? He had slept with Millie, which must have meant he found her reasonably attractive. He seemed to like Elisa just fine, and she knew that, but still she questioned whether she was good enough for him. Doubt swam through her mind. She did her best to sweep it away.

"You're morphing into quite the hipster butterfly. Is it the beach air?" Elisa teased, poking at his side.

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"My god you are going to get some looks in that! But in the best way of course..."

"Yeah she will get some looks alright, maybe a few of the men might come up for a chat, to ask how much you cost. I ain't going anywhere with you in that."

"Don't be so fucking horrible!"

Rebecca let out a short laugh and rolled her eyes. "They wouldn't be able to afford me anyway." She said, as though she wouldn't deny an offer if it was for the right amount. In honesty, she'd probably sell herself if the situation arose, it wasn't that far off from sleeping around to get the best drugs available.

She sifted through a couple more swimsuits before finally deciding she had enough to try on. She had set off to the dressing rooms after Millie, but was stopped short when she heard Leon speaking to her.

"You don't have to go as skimpy as possible you know. You could try something different, but I think anything would flatter you anyway."

Rebecca stared at Leon for a long minute, her expression equivalent to that of a child who had just been told she was pretty for the first time: unsure and undoubtedly pleased. Just as quickly as it had come, however, it had faded back into the cool smirk of an sly seductress. "And why would I try to hide any of this? I'm pretty and I like to show it off." She purred, walking to the dressing room with her long pony tail flicking from side to side. She was strutting with all the confidence in the world, too bad far too much of it was just for show.

You're so sexy, why don't we show it off?

A man's voice echoed through her thoughts and a shiver went down her spine. She hadn't even realized the words she had spoken had been said to her once before.