Post by Vivian (Vixie) Vulpini on Jul 4, 2012 10:33:55 GMT -5
Vixie walks -- well, more of struts, to be honest -- down the street. She may not looki it, but she's having difficulties walking in her new wedge shoes. They're not super high, but she's never worn them before. However, that doesn't mean she shouldn't flont them the moment she gets her hands on them. Besides, they made her look more like a lady. Surely the older men will notice her and her gorgeous shoes. Plus, it'll be easier to show off her ever-so-pretty face from a higher angle. Who wouldn't want to see her?
Vivian can practically feel her pinky toes suffocating in her adorable shoes. A decision must be made. Rid herself of the shoes, or get a ride home. Obviously, neither of those will do.
Vixie quickly finds a bench and sets herself on it happily. Thank goodness! That couldn't have gone on much longer without something bad happening. She whips out her phone. Wouldn't want someone to look over and think she's tired of walking and needed a break. Or forgot to break in her brand new shoes and needs to sit. One is true, but that doesn't particularly matter. They must think that her phone was causing so much trouble with all of her many calls, texts, and other alerts, that she has to sit down and check each of them out specifically.
Sadly enough, there are no new messages on her phone. What's with people? They should text her so she looks normal! A bit huffy, she shoves the cellular device back into her denim pocket. Stupid people. She's so popular, everyone should be falling over themselves to text her. Everyone.
She snaps her leg up and over the other and starts to play around on her phone boredly.