A new shirt?

"Quit fucking starring!" Amy screams at James her hands quickly moving to try and cover her pink bra and the large amounts of cleavage on display.

"I.... I......" stammers James, unable to follow that simple order.

Amy finally forces herself to calm down, realisng that she's currently trapped here without a shirt. "Look, sorry, I didn't mean to shout." She says, moving to James' side, "but I really need some help here."

She reaches into her jeans pocket, pulling a twenty dollar bill out and handing it to James. "I need you to run along to the clothes store for me James, I can't go out there like this. Just get me a new shirt, please."