it had been three months since roxy had came to new york and met xavier, charli, tony, sam, and jason. it had basically been a whirlwind. between trying to acclimate to people and being around them, getting used to new food, learning a few things, figuring out what she was good at, trying to get a job, and trying to figure out who she was, roxy had had a tough go about it. it was an experience, though, one that no one else got to have. she'd gotten a job at a local bistro that she started the following week, and had figured out she was good at art. drawing and painting and sculpting. that was absolutely delightful to her. she liked burgers, but wasn't a huge fan of cakes or things that were too sweet. it had been quite swell, other than having ill-fitting clothes due to charli's busy schedule (not like she knew what to do).
this weekend, though, charli had taken her on a little shopping adventure. nearly sunup to sundown. she'd taught her little things about girly stuff. where to put perfume to make it last longer, how to walk in heels, how to flirt, how to sit properly, how to apply makeup, how to do things with her hair. it had been a very eventful weekend, and she was pretty sure that now she had about eight hundred pounds of clothes…and shoes. and makeup. and perfume. charli basically knew everyone. roxy had had things done to her that she honestly had no idea could be done. oh, she'd also learned how to shave. that was interesting. her legs were covered in knicks. they'd bought some stockings to cover that up, though. charli said she had a pretty body, especially since she’d put on about twenty pounds or so, but roxy wasn't really sure. if xavier said it, maybe she'd believe it, but she didn’t think he would. he’d been bringing that pretty blonde around.
roxy waited in the elevator with charli, holding quite a few bags, though most of her things would be delivered later on, nervously playing with her hair that sat in perfect waves on her shoulder. she had a bit of makeup on, pink on her lids, dark mascara on her eyelashes, just to bring out the brightness and the size of her eyes, and her lips were smeared in a dark-ish pink, her skin tone smoothed out with some goop that charli said was foundation. roxy didn’t really care what she put on; it made her look and feel pretty. she hoped xavier would notice. as they walked down the hallway, roxy nervously smoothed her hands over her hips, adjusting her shirt a bit and tucking her newly mid-back length hair behind her ear and walking in with charli, keeping her footsteps light.
sam and jason were at the kitchen table, arguing about something, and tony was moping on the couch, but perked and ran to charli when she came in, kissing her all over. finally, she spotted xavier walking down from the loft with that pretty blonde. looking at her feet, roxy turned them inwards slightly on each other, timidly looking up at xavier as he stopped to take her in. roxy tried to read his expression and see what he thought, but she really wanted to know. did he think she looked pretty? nervously, she fiddled with a lock of her hair as he stood there silent, her toes curling a bit in her shoes, trying to fight the urge to bolt. he thought she looked horrid, didn't he?