Page 16 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
Raven found a blood-red corset and matching fishnets.Not her usual black, but it somehow fit the bill to her vibe.
Cyn chose a dark green number that made her boobs look amazing, and Reva ended up in purple with a thigh slit that could have been outlawed.
Alice, of course, found the one and only old maid outfit.
She stepped out of the dressing room in a black-and-white number and pulled a feather duster from behind her back.“Do any of y’all need your pillows fluffed?”she asked in a thick accent.
“Oh my god, that is brilliant!”Greta screamed.
Adley and Wendy came out in twin riding dresses, both navy blue with gold trim.
The guys, OH, the guys.
Wrecker in black pants, a long coat, and a bolo tie.
Lo wore a vest over a white shirt and had a fake cigar in his mouth.
Hero had a sheriff’s badge and a smirk to match.
Rigid looked like a gunslinger straight out of a spaghetti western.
Clash and Slayer both had spurs.Real spurs.And they were walking like they were born in them.
Bear...
Bear wore the chaps.
Over boxers with hearts on them.
We all screamed.
“I AM LIVING THE LIFE!”Greta hollered and threw her hands up.
The photoshoot was wild.
We posed around whiskey barrels, on hay bales, and in front of painted saloon backdrops.One photo had us all fake fighting over a single gold nugget.Another had the girls lined up behind a bar while the guys tipped hats and raised fake shot glasses.
Alice stayed in full old maid character, handing out cookies from a tin she found under the costume table.
“This is going to be the best framed photo in my hallway,” I said, wiping tears from my eyes after the last group shot.
As we changed back into our normal clothes, Kevin came in, looking stunned.“You guys are, like, the best customers ever.”
“We’ll take one of every photo,” Meg told him.
“All the prints,” Alice added.
“Can you make sure those two photos I had you take of Bear just come to me?”Greta winked.“I got plans.”
Kevin blushed.Lo sighed.
Just another typical Wednesday.
Alice
Goody Goody Gum Drop was like a sugar-drenched fever dream.
The second we stepped inside, the smell hit me, a heady mix of chocolate, sour gummies, bubblegum, and straight-up nostalgia.Walls were lined with candy bins and shelves stuffed to the brim with everything from old-school jawbreakers to obscure imported treats I couldn’t even pronounce.There were stuffed animals dangling from the ceiling and statues everywhere, not just any statues, though, but elaborate, hand-painted Disney figures that looked like they’d been plucked straight off a collector’s shelf.
