Narrowed, pink lined eyes greeted the heiress as the Kyodai's daughter glowered with a raging sort of unhappy unhappiness, pursed glass lips twitching as she turned away, her fringed and crocheted shirt coming over her stomach as she perused the shelf some more, superficially. This is MY MAC STORE, bitch! I will fight you for it!! D:

Click.Click.Clickety Clickety...

That was the sound of Aiko’s turquoise nails tapping on the glass counter top. Where in the fuck was that MAC bitch with my eyeshadow?

The heiress still watched Aware, What a skank... I can’t believe she thinks I’m a slut... look at what she’s wearing... Pause. It’s really cute. After biting her overly glossed lips, Aiko rolled her eyes and then walked over to her, no sense in being COMPLETELY rude, she might as well say something...

“I like your shirt... Is it by Juicy™?”

The bitch that fucked my dad is talking to ME?! ME?! Fucking skank. And she thinks I'd wear Juicy? Like Puh-LEEZE. Aware's eyes twitched over to Aiko, past the pink and black feather that adorned the corner of her eye.

"...No. I made it myself. Juicy, like, sucks."

Alright, no sense in trying to be polite... obviously--

This bitch really hates me.

“Ok then...” Aiko turned as the girl came back from the stock room with everything that she wanted, including the last container of the same powder that Aware had been looking for. This store ALWAYS kept her colors in stock, it was part of being a pseudo-celebrity with lots of money. “OOooh, perfect..” The heiress squealed.

Thatmotherfuckingbitchcuntsquirterwithatrailbehindherforseventhousand--ARGH!!!

Aware simply smiled nicely and said to the counter girl in clipped tones. "You said you were out of that color when I asked you. I'd hate to see your pinky next to your hand instead of on it." Smile sweetly for the girl, Aware. Your MAC dependency... uh. Depends on it!

“Get over it!! You aren’t the only one with connections, deary.” Aiko said to Aware as she nodded for the girl to go ahead and wrap her stuff up as she pulled out the magic plastic from her wallet. “It’s hard for people to take you seriously when your hair looks like it belongs on a Vegas showgirl.”

"I could say the same thing for your skirt and the neon pink panties that're sticking out the top of it," Aware sneered as she upnodded to the girl to NOT wrap up the black glitter and to, instead, place it to the side. "And just because you're boinking my dad and the paparazzi doesn't mean you have all the connections in the world, little miss vag skank. Why don't you go spend your pretty money on cocaine and shoes, hmm? I need this for a makeup job, kthx." The girl stuck out her tongue as she snatched up the black glitter that the counter girl had set aside. "This is my MAC. And I'm not about to share it with a girl who's fucking my dad at half his age."

“What are you going to do? Steal it? It’s mine! I’ve had it set aside for a week!!” Aiko grabbed Aware's wrist, the glitter only a few precious inches away-- “Yeah I do fuck your dad, and you know what?? It’s really good... he really knows how to use his tongue.”

With a quick jerk, Aiko stole it back. “And this is MY M.A.C store, I’ve been coming here for 6 years, you didn’t even have tits when I started shopping here.”

Or she would've stolen it back if Aware hadn't jerked her wrist away, aiming a slap at Aiko's cheek for the Daddy's got tongue skills comment. "Bitch! You were still stuffing your training bra when you were fourteen-- and it looks like you still do!!" Narrowed eyes as the girl stepped back slightly, standing her full height as she looked down at the shorter girl. "...And I really DO mean it when I say this is my MAC. Like. I own it. Daddy bought it for me last Christmas, even though I was in America."

Blink. Aiko stood there in shock. This pink haired cunt did NOT just slap me...

Aiko snatched up the rest of the things she was buying a long with her credit card and then stuffed it all into one of her shopping bags. “You know what, you can have it. I’ll just discuss this with your dad tonight when I come over for dinner.”

For Dinner. That could mean so many different things.

D:!!!!!!

"Bitch, you did not just say you're gonna come to my house when my mother's in town!!" Aware squawked at the girl.

“Hmm...” Turning towards the door. “Maybe we’ll go out for dinner.”

The heiress flashed Aware a grin. “Have a nice afternoon.”

"I hope your vag stinks like fucking Tokyo Bay and my dad dumps you on the curb so your pimp can pick your ass up for your daily crack hit, you cunt faced bitch monster!! The paprazzi can fucking QUOTE me!!" Fuming? Just a little bit. Aware turned back to the girl at the counter. "...What?! Wrap the fucking shit up, bitch!!" Angry Aware was definitely not something to be crossed. Definitely not.

She'd drive Aiko off yet.

Just.

Fucking.

Wait.