Zoie - Talking with Karin/Log

The store is all decked out for Valentine's Day, with nifty displays all over with suggestions for what to get that special person for the Very Important Romantic Holiday. Many of the displays are low on stock, so the sappy signage must be getting the job done. Katie is currently restocking heart shaped soap that's a nod to those terrible chalk candies. I <3 u. U R Mine, Be Mine, and similar sentiments in the molds.. the colors seem to be white, pink, and red. Karin is leaning against the counter, her pack unzipped as if she just finished putting her purchases into it. The two appear to be chatting, to judge by posture and body language.

Katie is doing exactly what that suspiciously familiar looking set says she is doing. Working. Talking. In fact, she's saying to Karin, "You seem better off for it," which sounds mildly approving, but given it's Katie, it's so mild as it might be overlooked.

The door opens in a wave of glitter! Or it should anyways. "Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee." Zoie offers in an excited voice as she has pink, red and white glitter on her person in various places. "Have you heard from Zack? We should go to dinner or do something tomorrow. I was thinking like ice cream and nails or something. We could make cards or we could go hang gliding. Although I don't know if I like anything in the air with the word hang in it. That could be...um.. oh... hi." She gets all of that out before the door shuts behind her and then becomes aware there are others in the shop.

"Yeah, I thi-" Karin gets out, before the storm that is Zoie breaks over the store. The energy is infectious, Karin's face lighting up with a bright smile as the tirade rolls on. "Wow," she gets out once the verbal wave has broken. "You'd better not be high." Someone needs to be the disapproving oldster in the group, although Karin's version of it is so fake as to almost require a bottle to spray on.

"I ain't heard from Zack, but cell don't work where he's camping to, so I'm not surprised." Katie answers what was the only question picked out from the verbal stun attack Zoie has launched. "And.. I ain't never had my nails done, but that might be cool.. I don't ever turn down ice cream neither.. sure, if you wanna hang out, I'm game." Katie, dateless.. and surrounded by all sorts of Valentine's gear. "I reckon I'm not as good as company as Zack, but I can try." Then her phone rings, and she answers it.. "Laura's.." whoever is on the other end doesn't let her finish. "No, wait.. calm down.. no look, I can't understand a word you're saying.." A sigh, and apparently whoever is on the other side goes on without pause, kinda like Zoie. "Okay, Okay.. I'll come on over.. Yes, yes, I'll bring the cards." Then she hangs up before the person on the other side can go on further. "I gotta go for a spell. Nadine is having a crisis again, needs a reading."

Zoie looks confused. "Reading on cards?" However then she's beaming at Karin. "Hello, um.. I .. have I met you?" She gives a bright and megawatt happy grin that just seems to shape the world she lives in. She bounds over to the woman and offers her hand. "Zoie Croft."

"Yes, you have," Karin replies, although she still takes Zoie's hand and gives it a proper greeting shake. "Karin Skjöldebrand. I stole shotgun when Joel was driving us home from the park, a week or so gone."

Zoie ohs and actually looks embarrassed. "I sometimes have a hard time remembering people. It is nothing against you whatsoever, so like know you are still a really good friend and stuff." She blushes a bit though at the social faux pas. "I don't think we count as good friends yet, not until you get my name right two tries out of three," Karin replies, leaning back against the counter on both arms, adopting the lazy pose of someone with time to pass and nowhere else to go. At least her tone is such that any sting from the commentary is instead turned to amusement. "S'long as you don't hold it against me that we haven't gone paintballing yet. Plum slipped my mind before you showed here."

Zoie shakes her head a bit, allowing her golden hair to move about her face. "That's okay. I was busy arguing with Kenny." She looks Karin over for a long time. "Are you a virgin?" From out of left field comes Zoie's wild pitch, catching Karin by surprise as she just stares at the girl for a moment with wide eyes, before laughing so hard she doubles over slightly, holding her hands across her stomach. "Oh, god no." Once her amusement subsides enough to get more than a few words out at a clip, she asks, "Why do you ask?"

Zoie shrugs her shoulders in almost a childlike manner. In fact, she toes the ground when she does too. "Nooooo reason. Do.. do you think it is bad to be one?" Her cheeks are almost discovering a new shade of red.

Like someone flipped a switch, Karin switches from amused to comforting, not doing a bad mother hen as she says, "Oh, honey, no. It's no different from hang gliding. Either you've done it, or you haven't, but neither is right or wrong." Zoie sighs softly. "Someone told me I needed to get laid and relax. Then they laughed and said it wasn't right for me to you know.. but I want it to be special, with my husband." Her green eyes look up a bit shamefully at this. "I didn't think it was a bad thing until the other night."

"They were just being a nästa," Karin says with a firm nod of her head. "And probably upset that you weren't into them. Or as easy as the floozies some guys can't reach beyond." Oh, sweet sexism, assuming it was a guy. "There is absolutely nothing wrong if you want to wait, other than... Honestly, your first time will probably be terrible. If your future-husband can get past that, the /second/ time will probably be awesome. And if you're willing to wait for him, I'm sure he'll be willing to be gentle with you."

Zoie turns scarlet at 'be gentle'. She nods her head and looks a little relieved. "Well... thanks Karin, I mean like really. Thanks. I just.. I didn't know and um.. you know I didn't want to be a freak." More than her lack of social skills make her. "So do you have a date for valentine's?"

"You're not a freak. Don't let anyone pressure you into something you don't want to do." Karin's smile is the kind of warm, friendly, expression one would expect from an after school special about peer pressure. Then, the topic turns... "No, I don't. If I was paranoid, I'd think my ex was running interference on my social life." The half-sigh, half-hmmph, noise includes enough air to blow her bangs out from infront of her eyes. "But, such is the way of things."

Zoie looks up curiously. "Who is your ex, does he live here?" Yes, he because in Zoie's world everyone is straight and the opposite never occurs to her.

"A stycke om skräp named Kyle," Karin replies, showing Zoie gets this one right, although prying twists her lips into a look of distaste. "Burning himself to an early grave, and doesn't seem to /get/ that I don't want along for the ride."

Zoie is standing with Karin and talking. Zoie does that a lot. The talking thing. "Oh! I hate when people just don't get it." There is an insightful, introspective look upon her features. "Of course //I// am normally that person. I mean subtle doesn't always work and I'm always jumping to conclusions and stuff."

A dusty jeep pulls up outside, the kind where the clean patch on the windows matches the wiper tracks. Extracting himself, Cheveyo heads to the door, reaching into his flannel's pocket to tuck away a scrap of paper. He pulls it open, and then after looking around, heads over towards the counter.

For note, the store is decorated in honor of the upcoming holiday, sappy signs and banners giving advice on things to buy for that 'special someone.' Karin is leaning against the counter, regarding Zoie with a friendly smile while they talk. "Yeah, he keeps putting me down as his emergency contact. So every time he gets arrested, or winds up in the ER, I get to hear about it. Subtle, can be overrated, like what you were doing with Zack. You should'a asked for a ride home directly."

Zoie nods her head. "But I //really// didn't want him to give me a ride home. I mean I just don't know how defined we are yet and I don't want to push it. Besides, I liked talking to you and Joel. You were both fun." She allows her lips to curve up as she looks over at Cheveyo. "Hi!"

Cheveyo nods in greeting to Zoie and then to Karin, "Afternoon ladies." a cheerful grin lights up on his face for a moment as he rests his hands on the counter top. "Either of you up for giving me a hand? Not sure who's the counter jockey 'round here. Need a few supplies."

"I'm not, I only just..." Karin trails off as music begins to play from her pocket, shutting off as she pulls out a phone and looks at the display. "Gods, speak of the devil, and you invite his attention. Will you two excuse me?" It isn't a question, as she picks up her bag from the counter and begins walking for the door, opening up on whoever called her in a torrent of angry sound Swedish.

Some time later, or no time if nothing has happened, Karin hip-checks her way back into the store, phone vanished back into the pocket from whence it came.

Cheveyo is convienently enough standing in exactly the same spot, waiting patiently for one or the other to give him a hand. It's a nice shop, who would mind hanging out? Probably, there is some minimum wage slave hiding behind the register somewhere. It is a store after all, and generally staffed. Today's high schooler though probably can't answer more than the most basic of questions, like 'Where is the exit' and 'What is a book.' For Karin's part, the metaphorical thunder cloud over her head begins to fade as she re-enters the store, taking a deep, relaxing, breath before making the mistake of saying out loud, "I am going to kill him." Now there's witnesses to clean up.

Cheveyo ahs as someone heads his way, having finished with a customer down the way. Nodding to her he asks for a bundle of sage, sweetgrass and some tobacco leaves. Man knows what he wants. His head turns as the clerk goes off to get him the items and Karin makes her declaration. "Need help with the body or do you have a spot picked out?"