Page 15 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
We all burst out laughing.
Reva found a green beer stein hat and promptly declared it her new going-out accessory.
Wrecker stood near the door with the other guys and watched us like we were a science experiment.Clash had his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.Hero leaned into Slayer and said something that made him snort.
Lo caught my eye and gave me that slow shake of his head he reserved for moments like this, equal parts amused and resigned.
Shopping continued in a chaotic mess that everyone was accustomed to now.
I ended up with a pair of stainless steel taco holders shaped like cacti.Because obviously.
Raven bought a glass dragon the size of a football.Cyn got a salt-and-pepper shaker set that looked like two little flamingos hugging.
Alice, bless her heart, found a thirteen-inch-tall glass Highland cow.
“It’s art,” she insisted and cradled it like a newborn.
“That thing is going to rattle off your shelf first time Wrecker drives by with the tractor,” I warned.It was cute, but it looked very fragile.I would be surprised if it even made it home in one piece.
“Then it will die proud,” Alice said as she petted it.
And Greta?
Greta bought a life-sized plastic chicken.
“Why?”Adley asked.
Greta shrugged.“Why not?”
The guys didn’t even blink.
Normal.
Just another day in paradise.
The next stop was the place we’d all been low-key excited about since Greta brought it up: the Wild West photo studio.
The shop was calledWhiskey Creek Memories, and the second we stepped through the swinging saloon doors, Greta squealed.“This is it!THIS IS THE PLACE!”
A skinny teenager behind the counter looked up from his phone and blinked at her.
“Do the chaps have butts?”she asked seriously.
He paused.“Uh...no?”
Greta threw her arms in the air.“YES!Let’s do this!”
The employee, whose nametag readKevin, led us to the costume room, where chaos promptly unfolded.
There were racks and racks of Western outfits.Saloon dresses, cowboy gear, bonnets, feathered hats, suspenders, and everything in between.
“We need themes,” Cyn declared.
“Saloon girls,” Raven and Reva said in unison.
“I call the fancy lady,” Greta announced, already pulling on a gown with way too much cleavage and a dramatic feathered hat.
I grabbed a burgundy corset dress that came with a fluffy bustle and black lace gloves.
