So, basically, I decided that A.C. needed a makeover. Her old look was fine when she first came to the Heartbreak, but now it's a little old and not as rock 'n' roll as I'd like.
A.C. is mine, and WWRY belongs to Ben Elton and Queen...
"Hey! Hey Oz! Lookie here! C'mon, take a look!" A.C. squealed excitedly as she practically danced in place.
Oz gingerly put down her paint brush, knowing the younger girl wasn't going to give her a moments peace until she was tended to. She let out a long sigh before peering over the top of her canvas, but what she saw made her gasp. Gone was A.C.'s leather jacket, AC/DC tank top and blue jeans. In it's place was a torn grey shirt, a green leather skirt, balck and white stripped stockings, and a pair of black combat boots with green decor. Her once straight hair was now teased and tied up in three lobsides pony tails on top of her head.
"Wha' do ya think?" A.C. asked the older girl who continued to gawk at her new clothes,"Don't ya like it?"
"Th-th-these threads are fantastic, A.C.!" Oz stuttered, at loss for words,"Whoever helped you make this outfit is one hell of a designer!"
A.C. took a sudden interest in the floor.
"Um, actually, I made them...," she muttered quietly, while scuffing the toe of her shoe on the floor,"all by myself."
Oz looked curiously at the little red haired girl. "You did this?!" she repeated, her eyes wide,"Wow."
"You didn't think I could make something like this?!" A.C. spat, suddenly defensive,"You think I'm just a little kid, don't ya?!"
Oz put a hand on A.C.'s shoulder. To her surprise, A.C. didn't try to shrug it off. "Nah, kiddo. You aren' t a little kid no more. You're a whole heck of a lot more grown up than when you first got here, that's for sure."
A.C.'s eyes lit up a little at this remark.
"Am I grown up enough to drink?"
Oz raised one eyebrow, a smirk on her face. "No."
"Damn it!"
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