Cracking Corn!

[ghostlygeorge]

George yawned. The mall had just opened. Why was she up so early? James needed a tuxedo. She probably should have made more of an effort to look nice. Mother said 'People treat you how you look'. But that shouldn't matter when you're paying. George glanced down at her khaki boy shorts and her black long sleeve shirt and her dirty converses.

"Whatever," she sighed. She looked at James, who was probably hating that he had to be alone with her for more than five minutes. It didn't matter if he didn't like her and if he didn't want to be friends with her, George was doing this for them both. But mostly for Lily.

"Okay, Jimmy Crack Corn, You ready?" She asked. Her voice was between tiredness and excitement, so it came out in a half yawn and half jittery sound. The mall was pretty empty, and that was good thing. Maybe James wouldn't feel too threaten by the presence of other human beings.

[Vincent]

James rubbed his eyes and pushed his hands in his pockets. Out of all things, James was not really a morning person. He'd drink coffee, black, daily, which had usually woke him up, but sadly, he hadn't eaten or drank anything. The only thing he looked foward in the day, was spending time with Lily. But first things first, he'd have to buy a tuxedo, something he only wore once, when he went to his great uncle's funeral when he was about six, so basically ten years ago.

Out of all the sleepiness though, he felt comfortable with what he wore. Usually, if he had not drink, or ate, something that would have woken him up, well...it wouldn't really be a pretty sight. But, today, he had wore his black slacks, a long white sleeve polo, and is usual small coat. He loved heat, and hated cold, and sometimes usually would get cold easily, which used to scare him, because he thought he was anemic. He later found out that it was because, his body somehow adjusted to heat easier then to the cold.

He noticed George yawn and say a small, "Whatever," and later asked him a question.

"Okay, Jimmy Crack Corn, You ready?"

James inaudibly groaned at the nickname, but replied nonetheless." I guess so," he said sluggishly, he really didn't like the mornings.

[ghostlygeorge]

" I guess so," George heard from James. It was a little bland, but that understandable. It was way too early to be jumping up and down, even for her. George led that way to Tuxedo shop. A short, nervous looking man came to greet them. "How may I help you?" He asked kindly. At least he wasn't being a jerk to them because they were teenagers in a tux shop.

George smiled. "Hi, I'm Georgina Umbram," she said. "My friend James is going to the Opera and I'd like to purchase a tux for him. He's going to the Opera tonight." The man nodded. "You're Mara Umbram's daughter, right?" George pursed her lips. It was only right that he mention her mother. She is the one who is making this possibly. "Right. He's a slim guy, so I thought maybe double-breasted. What do you think James?" The man looked at James, like he was already taking measurements in his head.

George hadn't expected to feel so self-conscious speaking in front of James. She was usually carefree, energetic, and insane. But here she was curt, firm, and slightly cold. She glanced at James, hopefully he wouldn't be thrown for a loop. But one can never know.

[Vincent]

James followed George and they found themselves in a tuxedo shop, why it was opened so early he had no clue, but it was probably a good thing anyway. As he made his way inside, a short nervous man greeted them, and all he did was nod in response to it.

"Hi, I'm Georgina Umbram,"He heard George say. "My friend James is going to the Opera and I'd like to purchase a tux for him. He's going to the Opera tonight."

He saw the man nod, and ask George a question, a question in which he really didn't see her responding too. She did though, but also asked something as well. "Right. He's a slim guy, so I thought maybe double-breasted. What do you think James?"

Luckily, although he hadn't worn a tuxedo in a few years, he did know about them, and a double-breasted seemed just fine to him. He nodded and replied, " I think that'd be fine," he said, and turned to the nervous man who had been looking at him, which somehow made him feel a bit nervous.

He soon looked at George, she seemed to have a very serious expression on her face, something he'd never thought he would see, but then just simply ignored it, maybe ignoring it would be for the best.

[ghostlygeorge]

" I think that'd be fine," George nodded to the man, who rubbed his hands together. Her eyebrow rose, this guy was weird...like Igor weird. He was creepy. "If you'll follow me, sir, I'll take you measurements," he said in a slippery sort of way. George took back what she thought of him at first.

Somehow she didn't think that James would want to be alone with him. But the man was making her feel uncomfortable. George didn't like it. But this was for James and really was none of her business. She was just here for moral support. "James do you know your measurement?" She asked, then she took a step closer. "That is, if you don't want to be measured by him. He's kinda creeping me out." She said in a low voice. "We can probably work something out."

George looked around at the shop, making a face. Maybe she was being too uptight. But she was just looking out for a friend. It was up to James.

[Vincent]

James was uncomfortable, the way that guy was looking at him, and they way he was rubbing his hands together like some Igor imitation scared him somehow. This guy turned from a nervous guy, to a very scary one. But he sighed...this was for Lily, if for anything else, he might've just blew the whole thing off, but again, this was for Lily.

"James do you know your measurement?"George asked, then she took a step closer. "That is, if you don't want to be measured by him. He's kinda creeping me out."

He replied in the same tone she had, "He creeps me out as well...and I don't know my measurements...but I'll go through with this, if anything, I'll either hurt the man or just leave as fast as possible," he said trying to smile,but I slight hint of nervousness came in.He then heard her speak again.

"We can probably work something out."

"...Like what?" He said, he'd get out of this situation as fast as possible if it was an option, but he didn't know.

[ghostlygeorge]

"He creeps me out as well...and I don't know my measurements...but I'll go through with this, if anything, I'll either hurt the man or just leave as fast as possible...Like what?" George heard him ask. She shrugged, he probably wouldn't like it. But she really didn't want to have to subject him to being with Igor for longer than he had to. "I could take your measurements and give them to him."

The man was watching them from the dressing room entrance, which was making George a little antsy. Then she noticed another person working here, over at the checkout counter. "Or you could have that girl measure you." George smirked, not really teasing James. But the girl was cute. She snapped back to the situation at hand. "Or I could do it." She said seriously. "Your choice."

[Vincent]

I could take your measurements and give them to him."

This was a good option. Better than having to get measured by that knock off Igor. He was just about to reply, saying that he would go through with that plan, but George spoke up again.

"Or you could have that girl measure you."

James turned to the girl that George was talking about. She was pretty cute, but he shook that thought out of his head and slightly blushed. She just had to do that didn't she. He was again about to speak, but George spoke up again.

"Or I could do it. Your choice."

He just nodded. "I feel more comfortable with you measuring me then anyone else in this store," he said looking around. That guy in front of the dressing room continued to creep him out.

[[sorreh lost my muse for a second xD]]

[ghostlygeorge]

"I feel more comfortable with you measuring me then anyone else in this store," George grinned, when she noticed his blush. She nodded and led the way to the dressing room. The man looked ready to receive them. "I'm sorry, sir. James is a little uncomfortable with getting measured by strangers." George said stiffly.

"Miss?" Igor frowned. George waved her hand him. "He's shy and doesn't want to be measured by strangers. I'm doing it for him." She said firmly. "Yes Miss. Well then," the man held open the curtain for them. "If you'll measure, the outseam, sleeves, neck, waist, hips, and overarm, and the chest."

George looked surprised. She hadn't expected Igor to need so many measurements. "Alright, bring a pen and paper, please." She walked into the dressing room. It wasn't big, but then again what do guys need with a huge dressing room. It was roomy enough for them both. George picked up the measuring tape. She took a deep breath and hoped she did this right. Jimmy might end up in a clown tuxedo or something...

She plastered on a grin and turned to James. "You ready? You'll have stripped down to your undies..."

[Vincent]

I'm sorry, sir. James is a little uncomfortable with getting measured by strangers." He heard that fake igor speak, but then George replied again. "He's shy and doesn't want to be measured by strangers. I'm doing it for him."

James sighed, good, now hopefully this guy wouldn't have to get anywhere near him. He then heard the guy comply and say the measurements he needed. Now he was definintly happy that this man wasn't going to get near him, but then thought, "why so many measurements?" He shrugged it off as both He and George entered the dressing room.

He had heard George speak up again, but didn't really hear what she said to his lack of focus. He really wanted this over with. He then saw her take the measuring tape, then started to grin. Oh no. "You ready? You'll have stripped down to your undies..."

This made him blush. Now he would rather take his chances with that other guy...wait...not really. He sighed but then replied, "Are you serious?" He said, not really wanting to actually go through with this.