The thrift store

"A thrift store?" Carmen offered.

"Excuse me, what?" you said, not believing your ears.

"A thrift store. It'll be fun! We'll get the stupidest outfits we can find! I've done it a few times with Aria and Rose" she said. "It's always a blast."

"You know what? You're on. I bet I can outstupid you with my outfit" you said. Laughing, Carmen shook your head.

"I doubt it. You're on!" she said.

With Carmen on your arm you left the restaurant after the two of you paid with Debbie's credit card. A perk of being rich: it had no limit on it, it read on the back. Although you were well off, it wasn't like you were outright rich. You lived in a large house but every single brick had been hard earned by your mom and your father. As he came up in your thoughts you wondered how he was doing. Not so much out of a want, but as an idle curiosity. You shrugged mentally and returned your attention to the gorgeous brunette on your arm.

A little later you came to the thrift store. It was the same that Carmen had gone before, which was why she knew exactly where it was. You entered and got some strange looks that seemed to say 'you're wearing fancy clothes, what are you doing in a thrift store?'. The two of you ignored those looks and started browsing the racks of clothes. You smiled at one another occasionally as you offered up pieces of clothing to one another. With a grin you showed Carmen a long white skirt with purple dots on it.

"Oh no" she said, "you're not going to win this. Watch this." Taking something from a clothing rack she held it out to you. It was a sweater that had come straight from the 70s, knitted with the worst orange-brown yarn in existence. Not only that, but it also had a flower pattern embroidered in horrible colours, too.

"Damn, that is horrible" you said. "Like my granddad could have worn it."

"I'm so happy you have better fashion sense than him" Carmen said, "but I'm afraid I'm going to have to make you wear it."

"Are you serious?" you asked with a laugh.

"Come on, show mommy the goods" she said.

"Urgh, fine" you said. You took your jacket off and handed it to her while taking the sweater in return. You were about to put it on when Carmen stopped you.

"Uh-uh" she said, shaking her head. "Not over that shirt you won't" she told you.

"What?" you asked, confused.

"I said 'show mommy the goods' and I meant it. The shirt has got to go, too" Carmen said with a grin.

"Here? Now?" you asked.

"Here. Now." Carmen confirmed. "So get to it." Shaking your head with a laugh, you took your shirt off, giving Carmen an eyeful of the upper body you had worked so hard on. The work seemed to pay off again now. "Yeah, there you go" Carmen said. With a grin she took out her phone and you, obliging her, posed for her.

"Here, now you finally have what you want" you told her.

"I didn't know that I wanted it, but thanks" Carmen said. You pulled on the sweater, which made Carmen take another picture. She giggled as she took it then sent it to you and probably her friends as well.

"Alright, so now I'm thoroughly humiliated, how about you put something on too?" you said. Smirking, you looked around and found the perfect piece of clothing. When you pulled it out you smirked. "Here you go" you told her. "Miss Dodson, your outfit for the rest of the night."