Note: Decided it was time to put the writing I had done on Livejournal towards my barely dented FanFic100 list! Hopefully, I'll have some time to write fresh pieces in the near future.

Theme: #86 - Choices; "Feminism" at smmonthly
Genre: Humor/General
Version: AR
Rating: PG

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Can't Stop Progression
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"I OBJECT!" raged Zoicite, a long finger squashing the tip of Mamoru's nose threateningly. "Why does every man have to go immediately to shopping, as if that's the only thing that can possibly occupy a woman's time? I resent your chauvinistic tone! What if Usagi wanted to go to the bar to watch the game? You didn't ask any of the women! You just assumed they'd rather be off twittering like mindless harpies! God, you're such an ass!"

Mouth slightly open, Mamoru didn't seem to know whether to laugh or yell back.

"Zoicite, I was just joking!" He settled on just seeming perplexed. "And you're not even a girl. Why are you so offended?"

"People think I'm a woman half the time," explained Zoicite, rocking back onto his heels like nothing had happened. "I just thought I'd bat for the other team for a while.. And I kind of wanted to go to that little boutique store down the street." He frowned. "I was hoping for a dramatic exit, honestly. This is so anti-climatic."

Mamoru just rolled his eyes and glanced down at the small blonde at his side. Staring back up at him, Usagi smiled indulgently.

"So, you don't really want to go to the bar, do you?" he asked, his tone slightly reluctant.

"No," answered Usagi, her eyes lighting up. "Minako promised to show me these cute slippers she saw, and then we're going to go get Rei a cocktail dress for Saturday, and then--"

"You're not exactly helping the carefully crafted argument I just gave," Zoicite interrupted.

"Sorry." Usagi shrugged sheepishly.

Zoicite pouted. "Well, one of us has to break the stereotype."

Nose buried in a book, Ami had been blindly following in Makoto's wake. Crowds readily parted for the tall brunette. So, when Zoicite's hand clamped down on her wrist, swinging her along after him as he started stalking in the opposite direction, she squealed loudly in surprise.

"No!" she cried. "I wanted to go to the bar! I can sit and read there!"

"Too bad," replied Zoicite. "We're going to go shopping."

Ami's frantic protests continued on down the street as the rest of the group looked on.

"Ami-chan's suffering for the sake of progress," sighed Minako, her hands clasp in front of her dramatically.