The Nine Lives thrift shop was a modest and unassuming little place that had cropped up early on in the city's infancy. Back then it was the popular choice for the new refugee needing the occasional cheap odd and end to make a life for themselves. It wasn't uncommon for the couple running the joint to give things out to the totally desperate. It was probably one of the reasons, when a lot of other second hand shops had popped up, she had stayed loyal to Nine Lives. Nivien had been just one of the few they had helped in the early days and for that the she-wolf was eternally grateful.
The store itself was still in the same building it had started out in, with two large window displays where Mrs. Becket, or Nancy to her friends, set out their very best items to entice the odd walker by inside to buy. Sometimes it was furniture and pre-war goodies, other times clothing that had not been 'in season' in awhile but had some how found its way down to their little neck of the woods. The store was kept neat and orderly, with household goods toward the front and clothing toward the back.
Stepping inside, Nivien was the greeted with the familiar smell of old things. There was no better description than that. It was the same scent no matter which store you chose to go into. Her hand outstretched to allow one of the cats that made the store their home, time to sniff it. It sat proudly on an older dining room table, waiting for the freckle-faced woman to pet it. She would have too, had another cat not darted out from beneath the table causing table cat to give chase. The cats inside the store were in a constant state of flux. Strays that the Ron and Nancy rescued and then adopted out most of the time, hence the name.
She gave a friendly wave, to Nancy currently taking a large bite out of her sandwich. The other woman, quickly set it down, wiping off her hands. "Oh, Niv! Haven't seen you in a few weeks, was wondering if something happened to you. Tommy! Niv's here!"
The other woman called back for her husband who was seated just behind her, happily reading a book and ignoring his wife. "Oh my, you are looking skinnier than I remember. Would you like the other half of my sub? It's a tuna melt. Oh, the cats just love it."
There were in fact a number of them circling the counter, waiting for good old Nancy to 'accidentally' drop something.
Nivien shook her head, brushing curls from her face. "I'm good, thanks. Had something on the way here. I thought I'd pop in and see if you had any new stuff."
Tommy Becket briefly looked up from his book, to take bite from his own sandwich. "Stop boring her Nancy, she's a busy girl. Go ahead, got some new things might fit you back there."
She smiled in that same way she always did when feeling slightly awkward but still trying to be polite. She imagined it looked like she was constipated and was thankful to slip away toward the back racks.
Once there, it did not take long for her to sift through the racks to find the new stuff. With a healthy pile of clothes later, she took herself to the shabby dressing rooms. Of which, there were only a handful. There was no separate sides for men and women and it was strictly a first come self serve basis. With two of the rooms missing their doors at the moment, she opted for the first available one with an actual door. The she-wolf reached the bottom of her try on pile, with just a pretty little floral dress left. The back zipper reminded her of her backpack, always getting stuck but it seemed fine enough to try on.
Slipping it on and zipping it up had not proven overly difficult. It even fit her better than she had thought it would, maybe Nancy was right, maybe she was a little skinnier. Tucking that thought away for another time to ponder, she twisted one way and then the other in front of the mirror. It was a little lower cut than she normally liked but it wasn't bad. Deciding to take it, her arm bent behind her, fingers latched onto the zipper. Giving it a quick pull she cursed ever so softly the moment it snagged in the middle and refused to budge up or down further. "Ah, not good. Okay. Okay. I'll just.."
Twisting and turning, Nivien tried to coax the zipper to budge until finally she lost her balance bumping into the wall shared with one of the other dressing rooms. "It's cute but I don't want to live in it forever."
She admitted, speaking to herself. Taking a quick peek out the dressing room door she frowned. Nancy was nowhere in sight. Nivien ducked back inside her dressing room, to try again. Every so often, her bare feet could be seen clearly jumping from the space beneath, while a grunt of frustration or a soft bang followed. @Nathaniel Abbott