Like Mother like Daughter and Hoffman?
Jill and Scarlet walked into a store with assorted clothes for different people. Smells of the store's fragrance could give them a head ache. Clothes were on sale and shoes were in the back with the assorted underwear and bras along with accessories.
"Awesome! I'll look through the clothes while you look for underwear and a bra for me. I'm a B36 and looked for cute laced ones." Scarlet went ahead inside.
Jill chuckled. "Okay then." She followed her to the underwear and bra pile next to the clothes. "Scarlet, I thought you were into cute dresses and wedges." Jill looked through the pile.
Scarlet turned around with skinny jeans at hand. "Well, I'm interested in any style that suits my fancy." She shrugged.
"Hey, check it out! It's Jigsaw's wife!" A boy, who looked about thirteen, pointed and laughed.
"Hey, be careful what you say because she will put you in a trap." His friend, same age, laughed.
Jill turned to Scarlet. "Let's go." She grabbed her hand.
Scarlet let go and confronted them. "Listen up bitches. Why don't you go lose your virginity and put it on Myspace? Maybe I'll read it later when I get my forty-year-old friend who's friends with you who is secretly a fourteen year old boy."
The boys said nothing and walked out of the store.
Jill chuckled. "Are you talking about Hoffman?"
Scarlet turned around. "Maybe.." She laughed.
Jill laughed with her. "I didn't know you spent so much time with him."
"Oh, yeah. I'm his assisstant now. I got promoted. So, I'll try on theses jeans and this blouse and this vest. I picked out some black pumps to try on after I get out. Look for cute underwear and bra then throw it into the dressing room." Scarlet ran past her.
Jill sighed to herself and picked out a black laced underwear with matching bra and threw them into her dressing room.
"I'm going to step out for a minute." Jill informed her.
"Okay, but hurry back." Scarlet chuckled.
Jill walked out of the store to get air from the perfume but something caught her eye. The jewelry store was having a sale on customized necklaces. Jill walked over and looked through the glass at the others.
"Can I help you?" A woman with a cheesy forced smile asked.
Jill looked up. "About your customized necklaces, can I get a pink one that says 'Scarlet' in cursive. Just the name, is that okay? How much?"
The bottle redhead nodded. "Sure you can. It would usually cost two hundred but we lowered it down to one hundred and thirty-five." She explained.
Jill took out her credit card and slid it to her. "Then I'll take it. How long will it take to make?"
The woman slid the card and gave it back to Jill. "Five minutes."
Jill nodded and put her card back. "I'll be here."
Thankfully, Scarlet still hasn't came out of the dressing room yet before her surprise.
"Here you go." The woman gave her a box. "Tell us, is it perfect?"
Jill opened the box and the necklace was gorgeous, almost flawless. "Thank you, it's perfect." Jill walked back into the store the same time Scarlet got out.
"What do you think?" Scarlet spun around.
Jill nodded. "You look like your father, it's scary." She laughed.
Scarlet chuckled slightly. "Yeah. Oh, I got the underwear and bra."
Jill took out the box and handed it to her. "What's this?" Scarlet asked.
"It's a 'sorry I'm eighteen years late' present." Jill sat on the soft bench.
Scarlet opened the box to find her name in pink diamonds. Scarlet's mouth hung open and turned around.
"Thank you, um, can you help me put this on?" Scarlet gave Jill the necklace and faced the mirror.
Jill sat her purse down. "Hair up." She instructed.
Scarlet closed her eyes while she held her hair up. The necklace looked stunning on her. Scarlet let her hair down and admired her complete outfit.
"So, do you love your outfit?" Jill bit her lip.
Scarlet hugged Jill. "I love it and..I love you."
Jill's eyes were widened. "I..love you too."
Scarlet wiped her tears and smiled. "How's about I change and go eat. Maybe some ice cream?"
Jill nodded. "Yeah, sounds wonderful."
Jill and Scarlet blurted out laughing,trying not to spew ice cream at each other.
"Yeah, I tried out for football in ninth grade. I went to tryouts and I nose dived into a muddle pile!"
Jill laughed. "Oh no! So, when did you try out for ballet?"
"Right after the tryout!" She laughed.
Jill's watch went off. "Oh, I'm sorry to say, but, I got to go."
Scarlet swallowed her bite. "What for?"
"It's police business with Erickson." She explained, throwing her ice cream away.
Scarlet nodded. "Really? Darn! Okay, well, I've got to go as well. Hoffman wants me to do paper work." she lied about Hoffman's real visit.
Jill held Scarlet's hand. "I've had fun today, Scar. Gosh, if I could go back in time."
Scarlet chuckled. "Don't we all?"
Jill hugged her. "I can give you a ride to my house to get your car."
Scarlet nodded and walked out the mall with her. "Thanks..Mom."
Scarlet cruised down the highway, a bit disappointed. She wanted to spend more time with her mother than with Hoffman any day But, Scarlet was a student, a muse to Mark. She just hasn't accepted that she was part of the Legacy, the game that Hoffman is in charge of. She turned right into a secret passageway to the renovated nerve gas house where the game's observation room is at. Scarlet was running a few minutes, make that an hour, late. She quickly changed into her new outfit Jill picked out for her and her hair was properly groomed, fell onto her back.
"Scarlet, is that you?" Hoffman poked his head out of the building.
Scarlet stepped out of the car and walked up the steps. "Yeah, sorry I'm late. Jill talks a lot."
Hoffman pulled her in quickly and slammed the door shut. "No excuses."
Screaming came from the monitor, from the test. One of the girls have been decapitated by the collars.
"I'm not late. The game is still going so calm down." Scarlet shot back.
Hoffman picked up her necklace and read it. "Scarlet, where did you get this? Jill bribing you with gifts?"
Scarlet didn't think about it. Was Jill bribing her for lost times? Or gifts to make Scarlet forget about Jill giving her away?
Scarlet stepped back. "No, she just wanted to buy me a new outfit and a necklace for my late eighteenth birthday."
Hoffman chuckled. "Is that what she told you? Damn, has she got you mixed up." He walked past her and sat Erickson's file along with Strahm's phone on the desk.
Scarlet scoffed. "Why are you being an ass? My mother-"
"Mother?! You're calling her 'mother' now? That was quick for someone who didn't want you." Hoffman laughed.
Scarlet frowned. "Fuck you." She walked toward the door.
Hoffman grabbed her vest. "Okay, I'll stop. I'm just saying that to piss you off and I really don't like Jill." He admitted.
Scarlet yanked back. "You swear?"
"Sure, let's just get in position and wait until Strahm finds out about all this. I've already have it figured out. Are you coming or not?" He opened his hand.
Scarlet took his hand and he lead her. "Do I have a choice?"
He laughed. "Yeah, you can either A, stay here and become a suspect and to be clocked every hour OR B, come with me and live the Legacy?"
Scarlet pondered. "Hmm, is that a choice C?"
He shook his head. "Nope, sorry kid." He dragged her along.