Apr. 29th, 2014

beyondtheblonde: (looks like I found a cure)
A lot of the time it's quiet in the store. Elle makes a point of tidying up when she's alone, but most days she can stay at the register and read. There's a bell on the door anyway, so she always knows when someone's showed up.

Bruiser's asleep under the counter when the bell rings this time. Elle sets her notebook and textbook to the side, looking up at the man who's come in. "Hi," she chirps, smile bright as she circles around in front of the counter, "welcome to the Dressing Room. Let me know if there's anything I can help you find!"

She's not going to follow him around or anything, but she knows she's supposed to keep an eye on people while they browse.

Elle Woods

I've been smiling and sweet
and thoroughly beaten,
blowing my chance.
Let's not chase him away.
Let's face him and say,
"Hey, punk, let's dance!"

This chip on my shoulder
makes me smarter and bolder.
No more whining or blaming —
I am reclaiming my pride!
Grab my book and let's do this
instead of doodling hearts
all through this.
There's a chip on my shoulder —
let's see him knock it aside.