Let Them Buy Tiffany's (Lo)(Casual)

[JULIET CAPULET]

It was one of the rare times that Juliet made her way from Upper East Side to Midtown, but the girl had to make her monthly trip to Tiffany's.It was usually nervous trip, since the girl was out of her bubble and out in the real New York. The drive from her pent house near central park was short one, but it was complete different world in Midtown than what she was used to. Midtown was crowded with tourist, neon marquees and other tourist attractions to sucker in those middle class tourist that made their way to New York. Every time that she came shopping, the girl was scared that something might happen to her. Juliet had heard stories from her Mother's friends about pickpocket or even kidnapping attempts. In her trips to Tiffany's, she had been lucky and nothing had happen to her or her shopping bag's. But it was always precarious situation and the girl was always vigilant when she stepped off her car.

The dark blue Rolls Royce stopped in front of the Tiffany's in 37 Wall Street. Her driver opened the door and Juliet slowly got out as she looked around.Juliet wanted to make sure that nobody was following or observing her, she was scared that she might be robbed. She fixed her Dior dress and put her Fendi purse on her shoulder as she walked slowly into the store. The girl smiled at the guy behind the counter as she took seat. Juliet was well know at the store, she made a trip here at least twice a month to buy jewelry.

Juliet smiled at the man as he brought her a box, she opened and smiled as she looked at the diamond bracelet. The girl grabbed with her hand and just appreciate it,it was definitive something she wanted take home with her. Juliet then looked at the diamond bracelet, she was loving the choices that the man was making for her. As she was putting back her jewelry, the girl notice rolled her eyes at the girl and just wonder what creature like her was doing at Tiffany's. Juliet just focus on her jewelry and try to ignore that creature of the sewers that had just walked into the store.

[DOLORES HAZE]

Dolores sauntered down the street, bopping her head with her headphones blaring in her ears, that was connected to her CD player in her leather messenger bag. Yes. She had a CD player. Like she could afford a fancy iPod or anything like that. But the good thing about it was that Disney Soundtrack CDs- the originals that her mother got for her when she was a little girl- were put into good use. Constantly exchanging in and out of the bulky and out-of-date CD player- which had been with her for a suprising number of years. Shoo bee doo...I wanna be like you-ou-ou... She puckered her lips slightly, shaking her behind a little as she walked on the pavement, careful to dodge people who were rushing past her. Ah- the rush of New York Life. "I wanna walk like you, talking like you- oh, sorry sir." She stopped herself mid-note and did a side-step, allowing the hot dog vendor to get through. During her nice action, she felt him brush his hand over her behind barely covered by the skin-tight short she had on at that moment and turned to raise an eyebrow.

Turned out it was some fat dude with a handlebar moustache- yeaaaah, not attractive at all. Hmming to herself, letting it slide, she put the headphones back over her ears- the Jungle Book soundtrack very fiting in this concrete jungle around her. It was only a matter of time and a couple more songs until she was in the Wall Street Area- where business men and women were giving her stares of disgust. Dolores stuck her tongue out and even flipped the bird at some of them. Like they could judge and tell her what to do. They were just jealous anyway. She was cute and young and they- are waisting their lives behind desks and calculators and papers. Did they know how many trees they killed? She pulled her tube top covering herself a little more- clearly this was the land of the high and mighty more conservative crowds. At least she had a little denim jacket to snap if she got cold or kicked out of any of the stores that didn't want her. Spying Tiffany's a block away from her, she walked towards it, like in a trance. She was dreamily floating through the doors, the rush of nice cool halogen getting in her system.

Pausing Baloo, she just took a moment to let it all soak in. Was this real? She Pinched herself in additional measure. Looking around at all the people, she felt the sudden need to look a little more polished. But alas- she was a lost hope. Dolores stood on the gloosy floors in her dusty red street Keds, and polka dotted knee-high socks, her attire showcasing the image of a tattered baby-doll whore rather than the young lady who wished all this for her someday. Who didn't have to try as hard or walk around naked to know how much of a beauty she was. Tucking a lock of her red hair behind her ear, she began to browse, knowing fully well that if she couldn't get an iPod, she definitely couldn't have anything. But it was always nice to just image. She passed a mirror and stared back at her reflection, the inferiority settling in...but only for a couple seconds. That bratty, determined, stubborn child came out and she crossed her arms, thrusting her hip out. This chick was here to stay. Her eyes scanned the room and she walked up to the glass case, peering at an absolutely beautiful pendant that matched the color of her eyes. "Geez, look at that thing. It's so beautiful, don't you think it's beautiful?" She asked but based on the blonde girl's expression she rolled her eyes, "Don't look at me like that, you can't look at me like that."

[JULIET CAPULET]

Juliet did not understand why there was not a passcode to enter Tiffany's. In some of the more luxurious stores on 5th Avenue unless you had recognize last name or knew the passcode,you could not walked in. That's how she felt about Tiffany's,only the privilege few should be allowed into the store, so no riff raff off the street could walk into the store. After all, Tiffany's was a high-end jewelry store that dealt with high end jewels and gems, not everybody should be able to see those jewels. This was one of those reasons that Juliet rarely made it down to Midtown or Wall Street, they did not have high standards that stores in 5th Avenue or Upper-East Side had.

The girl stare down at the young girl that had just walked in to the store, she could not believe that they would allow such gremlin into the store. She grabbed her purse and held it tight, she did not know if the girl might try steal something from her purse and sell it somewhere to make money. Juliet had to protect her purse and it's contents, she knew in the wrong hands it could be valuable. She turned to look at the creature from the Hudson river before returning to the diamond bracelet and necklace, she was admiring and trying on. The girl still was in disbelief, she did not understand why didn't the store kicked out the girl before she even got into the store. With the clothing the girl was wearing, she definitively did not belong.

"I can look at you how I please because I can actually afford this jewelry and I bring business into the store. And you are just another window shopper and curiosity seeker that are just a cancerous infection in this city."Juliet rolled her eyes and just turned around to pay attention to the man and jewelry. She gasped as the man brought her 10 carat diamond earring, the girl was in love with them, it would go perfect with new Versace gown. Those earring was an accessory that she definitively needed to have. She just looked at the girl and hope she would leave soon. Juliet could not stand the girl's stench, she just focus on her jewelry and ignored the little worm.

[DOLORES HAZE]

The blonde chick was making the worst faces at her and she was not one to simply brush off things like that. A reactive person who also thought highly of herself, she needed to stick it to this person. Though- she didn't feel the desire to start an outright brawl in the store. If this girl could sting with her words, then surely Dolores could as well. Let the verbal match- er, exchange begin. "Hey, just because you were born all fancy-like still doesn't give you the authority to talk to me like that..." Making one step forward, she tried to subtly threaten the girl with her stance, as if she was going to ge in for the kill- but refrained. She adjusted her tube top again, it was slipping a little more and made a roll of her eyes on her own. "What a bitch..." She whispered under her breath in a sing-song voice. "Shoop-dee-doo, I don't wanna be like you-ou-ou... I don't wanna walk like you, talk like you, ooh..." Re-lyricizing the Jungle Book classic, she stared daggers at the blonde, ultimately spying the same earrings presented.

"I don't think those would look nice on you. See, nice earrings like that don't look nice when on some prissy witch." She looked at the man who worked at the store holding them in the box, "You better watch out for this one, mister. See those hands clutching the purse? Don't put those in the monster's claws. Really." Snickering and sticking her tongue out, Dolores tilted her chin up in slight triumph. Whatcha gonna say now? Daringly, she pulled up a seat beside the young woman, simply to take even more enjoyment out of annoying the hell out of someone- and of course, looking at all the pretty things in the glass case. How Dolores wished to someday be able to afford all this. Maybe with a little bit more time and effort, some movie producer was going to walk in one day and she'd (willingly in exchange for stardom), sleep her way to the stop. She was young. She was beautiful- with a feisty personality to match. Who wouldn't want this? Leaning over the glass, she huffed some of her hot breath on it and traced her stage name.

Lolita. Satisfied, she turned once again to take a gander at the blonde next to her for any hint of a reaction or saying. Dolores liked being the underdog and beating out the rich egotistics like this one. Boy did she have some bravery- always being the more outgoing in between she and her roommate/best friend Mona, who just nodded and listened to all the stories the red-head would share concerning random trips around the city or bedroom escapades. Her life as it stood was a movie all on its own- and she intended to be the heroine who won in the end.

[JULIET CAPULET]

Juliet wanted to slap the whore out of the girl but she was going restraint herself. She was high-class girl, not some low class street walker that hanged out in the streets of New York trying to find a man to sleep with. The girl was just going put with the annoyance, she wished at the moment that she had fly swatter so she could swat the girl out of her sight. She took deep breath as she relaxed for a minute, the girl counted until ten before she did or said something stupid to the midget. Juliet wondered if she could hire the girl to pop out of cake during a birthday party. She looked at the annoying critter,
"I'm wondering, are you for hire?I'm looking for somebody to pop out of cake for a birthday party that I'm hosting.You can dress as skimpy as you want."

She smiled at the man and motioned for him to put the necklace, earrings and bracelet in a bag. Juliet was going take all of it home, she loved the new jewelry, there was nothing more that she liked than brand new jewelry. The girl let out of gasp as the man brought her selection of Cartier watches, she loved them. But right now, she did not know which she would pick, there were so many of them. Juliet looked to her side and the midget was still sitting there, she wanted push off the chair and see if she would bounce up. But that would be mean, she did not want hurt the little annoying critter. One of the ladies brought her glass of champagne and some crackers caviar and she smiled. Juliet took sip of her champagne and bite of her cracker as she looked at the watches.

Juliet was not sure what watch, she wanted yet but she was going pick one. The girl took a sip of her champagne then bite of her cracker. She was having a hard time picking the watch that she might want to buy. Juliet smiled at the man as she picked a white gold and diamond encrusted Cartier watches. The girl knew that she made a right choice on her watches. And now,she needed to get rid of the little booger sitting next to her, it was bothering.

"Seriously,why don't you scam?Isn't there some streets on Queens or the Bronx that you have to walk?"She paused, "With those clothes that you wear,you don't have money to afford the jewelry here so stop wasting people's time."Juliet fixed her mink coak as she smiled at the man and continue drinking er champagne. She was hopeful that the little booger might scram after she had insulted her again.

[DOLORES HAZE]

Dolores could pee her pants it was so hilarious how weak this girl was speaking back to her. As if they were of any care to her. But oh god- it was so fun to make this pretty blonde bitch snap back, thinking that she was still high and mightier than her. Money wise, sure. At the moment she seemed totally out of the story. But no, she understood how these people worked. Their wallets so far down their throat that it was near impossible to find a teeny bit of humbleness in their soul. Yes, Dolores went through a spoiled phase when whe used to live with her mother, but that all changed once she movd out and hit rock bottom. Too stubborn to go and crawl back for some cash, she had to become more reliant on herself- even with her best friend as the roommate. There were times when she would just keep to herself, determined to get something done in seconds flat with perfection. Unfortunately, things usually crumbled because she was so damn antsy about everything. The discrimination and hate she faced for looking the way she liked was something common, something she was so used to.

"I invented jumping out of cakes. Don't think you can throw that in my face." Dolores rocked back in her seat, her feet making its slow way up the glass case in a dangerously unlady like-fashion, "I'd take that job greatfully. And your mother better hold on to your dad, or any other males in your stinkin' family. Because they will not be able to resist." Smiking, she crossed her arms for additionally measure, a toss of a free lock of hair went for the additional snobby effect. The redhead could play this game. She could play this game all day. "I bet I look better in skimpy wear than any of the chicks in your family anyway. Money can't buy you looks." Dolores couldn't make her mouth stop and shut up, it all just kept spitting out like harsh word vomit. And she intended to poison the girl with her words. The blonde started it anyway! All Dolores did was walk in and check Tiffany's out, not even looking one inch sour about anything! She infact thought she felt a little defenseless in the first few seconds walking in, out of place and just floored by her mere being in this high-class company that she knew she wasn't welcome into. Not anymore, anyway.

As a woman walked by to serve...was that champagne and caviar? What the hell? Dolores couldn't believe the treatment. A small part of her was stricken with jealousy, wishing that she was treated that way every once in a while. It was one thing to have men as your slaves at night, but during the day? It was mostly "Get out of my apartment before my girlfriend/fiancee/wife/mother comes home." It was amazing to see the mood changes once the sun came up. Once in a while she'd run into her lovers on the street and they'd a) totally pretend they never met, b) seriously forget they ever met because of the influences of alcohol or c) crudely ignore and keep going on their merry way. The girl never intended to have any lingering stable relationships with any of the men, but still... she always felt something friendlier missing. Oh- wait. She forgot. She was a shank. Dolores was supposed to be incapable of having a heart, or a soul. It was practially assumed that she constantly thought with her vagina.

Wonderful. Hearing the insults once again, she turned with a devilish smile. "So, I may not have the money. But prostitution is totally legal with Mayor Tormei in seat, right?" She rarely paid attention to the News, but with that known fact it seemed to shine light on her situation at hand- showing it up to this plastic witch of a broad. Looking at the man holding the watch, she drummed her fingernails, playing the piano on his wrist. Whatever. She wasn't eighteen, but it didn't matter to anyone else anymore, did it? Lowing her tone so that their little triangle could hear, she spoke, "I will give you the blowjob of your life and then some if I get that watch, mister."