The Many Mini-Misadventures of Stan and Spooky
Plot Two - Poison Sea
by Syrenia
Chapter Nine - Shopping
Still holding onto Derrick's arm, Spooky went through the crowd, looking for the exit, when something caught her eye. She was being followed by someone, Stan noticing as he was behind them.
Turning around, she saw a little girl.
"Why are you following me, kiddo?" she asked in a soft, friendly tone.
Pointing to the big stuffed animal, the brown-haired little girl replied, "Pwetty!"
"Oh, this?" Spooky asked. "Here, you take it, then."
Handing it over to the girl, Spooky noticed Stan cross his arms, looking rather grumpy.
"Uh, you should run off and find your parents now, okay?" she asked the girl.
Nodding, the child took off with the stuffed animal she could barely carry.
"It's better off with the kid," Spooky said apologetically, Stan shrugging.
"We should buy appropriate clothing," he muttered, the demoness sighing.
"Hey," someone said, walking up to Spooky. "Aren't you the girl who sang that Lisa Loeb song earlier?"
"Yeah, I am. Why?" she asked, the man sighing and looking relieved.
"I've been looking for you ever since then," he told her, sounding exhausted. "I wanted to ask if I could get you to take a job singing nights at a bar near here. I really need acts for the night show."
"How much money are we talking?" she asked. "I need money so I can rent a hotel room for three, so if you can't hack that, no deal."
"So you need a place to stay for you and these two?" he asked, thinking a moment. "How about you stay in the basement room of the bar? I own the place and it was originally a room for my brother, but he's got a house now."
She shrugged, "Will we have to pay or is it the pay for singing?"
"It's half the pay, as long as you three don't tear the place up or something," said the man, offering his hand. "By the way, the name's Danny Adair."
Taking it, she shook firmly, "Katrina Kaye."
Derrick then offered his hand, "Derrick Redland."
After shaking hands with Derrick, Danny turned to Stan, hand outstretched.
"Stanley Hihat Trinidad XIV," Stan promulgated the long title, ignoring his hand. "And I don't like you."
"Er... Right," Danny said, coughing and putting down his hand awkwardly.
"Mr. Adair--"
"Danny's fine," he interrupted with a friendly smile.
"Danny, do you think you could give us a ride?" Spooky asked, returning the smile. "We need to go to the nearest clothing store before we go to the bar."
"Sure," he allowed. "I'll take you where you need to go and then I'll pick you up and take you to the bar. It's around 6:00 PM. You should start around 8:00."
After riding in Danny's car, the three made it to a shopping center, getting out.
After Danny rolled down the window, Spooky leaned over, "Pick us up here at around 7:30. Oh, and can we get that money in advance? I swear we will not run off with it. That's not our style."
"I don't usually pay someone before they give a performance," he said warily, Spooky making a puppy dog face.
"We need it for clothes and we don't have quite enough," she whined. "Please, please, please."
"Alright, alright," Danny said, giving in and taking out his wallet. "This is half of the pay and you have to help clean up after everyone leaves. It's twenty-five dollars for each of you."
Taking it, she nodded, "Thanks."
"Alright. Be here at 7:30," he reminded, Spooky moving away from the car.
Watching Danny's car take off, Spooky turned, taking Derrick's hand.
"Let's go shop!" she exclaimed, taking off down the sidewalk in front of the shops.
"Hey, look! That store!" Spooky practically screamed, dragging Derrick toward it.
Soon the three were inside, Spooky gravitating to the back corner with the demons following right behind.
"Oh, my god! They actually have cool shirts! And they're on sale!" Spooky squealed, Derrick looking around off to the side as Stan scoped out the hats.
"Okay, for money's sake, let's set a limit," Spooky said, facing the two. "If you buy anything here, the limit is five items. I suggest buying shirts here, considering this is good shit."
Finding her five shirts after a while, Spooky looked to her master, "I'm going to try these on."
"Hn," Stan acknowledge, still browsing through a bunch of baseball caps.
"Tell me you don't want a hat," Derrick said incredulously, Stan huffing a laugh as he thumped the brim of one...
Once she came back from trying on her shirts, Spooky was happy to see the demons hadn't gotten into an argument of some kind.
"I'm buying these," she said, Stan looking over. "Want me to show you what would work best with your personalities?"
Derrick looked over, grinning, "Yes, mother."
"Hush," she said with a grin, going over to the counter and leaving her shirts with the clerk.
Going back, she stood near Stan, staring him down.
"What is it, slave?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"I've got it," she announced. "Come over to the shirts and let me pick some for you. Okay, Master?"
"Fine," he mumbled, following the demoness.
Stopping at a rack, she went through shirts until spotting something interesting.
Pulling it out, she grinned, "This would be perfect."
Stan looked over the black, short-sleeved shirt with a smirk. In white lettering, it read, "It's not my fault you suck."
"Like it?" she asked, the demon nodding.
Holding it up to him, she tilted her head, "Hold out your arms to the sides, please."
After he complied, she pulled at the sides of the shirt, humming.
"Looks good," she finally said, moving the shirt away. "You should try it on to make sure, though... How about you do that and come out so I can see?"
"Er... Fine," he muttered, taking the shirt.
"Should I show you to the dressing rooms, Master?" she asked merrily.
After his nod, she started off, the demon following.
Soon she stopped in front of one room, "This one looks good."
She then walked off as Stan went inside to change.
Going back to where Derrick was, Spooky looked over the shirt he was looking at.
"That seems like a good shirt for you," she said, taking it off the rack.
Holding it up, she grinned, "Arms up and out to the side, please."
The shirt was grey and short-sleeved with an html tag on the front that read, "BODY." On the back, it read, "/BODY."
"Looks like it'll fit," assessed the demoness as she pulled at the sides before moving it away.
"There's a room next to Stan's you could use," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him to it.
After Derrick went into his room, Stan came out, Spooky looking over.
"That looks awesome on you!" the brunette spoke, her hand reaching out, finger trailing over the words. "Fits well, too."
Grabbing her by the wrist, he brought her hand up, kissing the front of her wrist before moving back with a sneer.
Blinking, the demoness blushed, but quickly took him by the hand and led him back to the clothes.
"Let's find another shirt," she suggested, still blushing.
Looking through a rack, she found something, holding it out for Stan to see.
"You're, you know," she said, eyes glancing to the clerk, "so this fits you."
It was a black, short-sleeved shirt with white print that read, "+20 Shirt of Smiting."
"Like it?" she asked, the demon nodding. "Go try it on, okay?"
Taking it, he returned to his dressing room, passing Derrick, the two exchanging glares; business as usual, basically.
Seeing Derrick, Spooky spun around, flashing a victory sign, "I told you it would look great!"
"Yeah, it does," he agreed. "Find me another?"
"You got it!" she said happily, poking through a rack...
Eventually each had five items.
"We should get some jeans while we're here," Spooky offered, going over to a rack of women's jeans.
Stan and Derrick headed to a rack of men's jeans.
After a while of trying some on, they each had three pairs, leaving the store.
"Now what?" Derrick asked, everyone in jeans.
Each had opted to walk out in one of the shirts they'd bought as well, looking less conspicuous.
Spooky wore a black, short-sleeved shirt with the words, "Game Over" in white, two bags in her hands from the store.
To her left was Derrick, wearing a black, short-sleeved shirt with white wording that read, "/ No Comment /."
And finally, to Spooky's right was Stan, who had on a black, short-sleeved shirt with white print that read, "die, n00b."
Meanwhile, in their world, Kisling had been found out and fled the ruins as the remaining heroes came and destroyed his work.
Standing at a blackboard with a formula Kisling needed was Rosalyn.
"That stupid Evil King," she growled, taking an eraser and getting rid of the formula. "I'll never allow his evil plans to be fulfilled!"
Turning, she headed for the exit, meaning to search for the Evil King...
Back on earth, the three demons continued to talk.
"Shoes?" Spooky asked, looking to hers. "But I doubt we have the money to. Still, we should at least look."
Heading to a shoe store, the three went in.
"Looks like they're having a sale," she muttered, Stan wandering off to the men's shoes behind Derrick.
Eventually they each found some shoes, one pair each, and they left the store in them.
"The clock in there said we only have a few minutes. Let's meet Danny," Spooky said, the three heading back to where they would meet him...
