Sunny sensed some reluctance in Alice's voice, which to be fair, for Sunny was a good catch. After all, she was usually so ditzy that it would never occur to her that anybody would be reluctant to go shopping with her. But somehow, she knew that Alice would take further persuading on her genius plan. She put it down to their super special best friend bond that they clearly had since they were obviously besties now.

"C'mon! Think about it! It'll be SUPER fun. 'cause you're right, I'm kinda famous right, and if anybody recognises me, they'll probably recognise you too, and it'll totally wreck your superhero identity. But like, everybody knows you don't dress all girly. So if you're seen in all pink nobody will ever suspect it's you! Plus you'd look AH-MAZ-ING." Sunny explained her new plan. Of course the flaw in the plan was that Sunny would have to dress like Alice, but, well, maybe that'd be fun too? In like, a one-off, experimental way. Maybe she'd finally learn what all the fuss was about with wearing flat shoes and sneakers. She just didn't get it, they weren't cute, they weren't sexy, and they made you look small. Life without high heels wasn't worth living, Sunny thought, but well, she supposed she could try it just once.<p>

"C'mon! It'll be fun!" Sunny beamed happily. "I never get to go shopping with anybody anymore!" Yes, that was probably because even Sunny's personal shoppers had retired or quit in fear now, but she wasn't going to point that out. "We can even take my car like a couple of normal people instead of flying if you like! It'll be like a proper girly shopping trip!" She beamed brightly, as if this was the greatest thing in the world.

For somebody who had decided Alice was her new best friend, she really didn't understand Alice very well.


Alice Morrow

Sunny would of argued, had she known Alice's description of her room had come about, that her room wasn't entirely pink. It wasn't entirely pink at all! Yes, okay, so the carpet was pink, and so were the walls (a nice shade of baby pink), and yes, the ceiling was a soft pink. Yes, obviously, the poster bed was entirely pink, as were the sheets and duvet cover (although the duvet cover was hot pink, entirely different), and yes, the wardrobes were obviously pink (of which there were a great many), and her huge wooden vanity table was, naturally, a baby pink, but, well, if you looked closely, some of the dozens of stuffed animals on her bed weren't pink. One was a white rabbit! And her jewellery box, while pink, was full of gold jewellery. And the literal hundreds of perfume bottles she had on display on pink shelving, while largely were pink (and the liquid within pink; Sunny believed perfume smelled better when it was pink), some of the caps were gold or silver! And the mirror was, well, reflective, so that wasn't pink. And obviously, she was in it, and she wasn't pink either, which was totally different!

....Okay, so maybe the room was a bit pink.

Sunny herself, being in the room and thinking she was unobserved, was making the best use of her time. Which was to say she was posing in front of a full length mirror in a small pink cocktail dress and trying out different model poses for imaginary cameras, because this was obviously the most important way to spend her time. She jumped when the knock came on the window, and span around with a squeal, only to see Alice outside. A perfect array of emotions played across her heavily made-up face (yes, even in the comfort of her own home, Sunny wore celebrity style make-up, even with false lashes). She was shocked, and then suddenly confused, taking a moment to recognise Alice out of costume, and then, suddenly, thrilled, so thrilled, she literally flew to the window to open it, throwing it open with glee.

"ALICE!" She squealed, grabbing her friend through the window for a big hug. Alice would know from experiencing Sunny before that hugs from here were an ordeal; the girl wore so much perfume they could make your eyes water, but somehow, it was worse in her bedroom, where obviously she constantly applied her scent, and it had seeped in to the very walls. The entire room was shockingly thick with it. It was hard for your brain not to imagine a pink haze in the air. "Ohmigod, like, what are you doing here? Come in! Come in!" It was obvious Sunny didn't have many visitors, or indeed, real friends at all, but it was also clear that she was extremely excited to have one visit.

"Oh em gee! I can't, like, believe you're here! This is the best thing ever!" She said with a huge smile. Yes, her Mom probably wouldn't approve of a visitor, but she didn't need to know. The mansion was so large that her Mom would never hear even if she was in, and Sunny was pretty sure she was out on an engagement this evening. "Ohmigod, you gotta hang out with me! We can try on clothes together and talk about boys! It's gonna be so great!" She beamed, obviously super excited but without a clue for what Alice actually had in store for her.



Alice Morrow

Sunny was surprised to hear that Alice had used to be clumsy. She always seemed so calm and confident. Sunny could be a bit of a ditz, it was true, and definitely wasn't beyond a bit of clumsiness, but her natural popularity (thanks to being, well, rich and blonde) in school had led her to various dance classes, and yes, even a short time as a cheerleader, although she thought it involved too much gross sweat and exercise to keep it up for long, so she also had a natural graceful performer in her. It helped that she had been pretty much on stage one way or another since birth too, whether as a child model, teen model or now as a superhero. She was always at home on stage, even dancing, and was learning the Salsa moves pretty easily, despite her impressively unwieldy boots.

"They didn't teach ballroom at your school?" Sunny's tone was one of surprise, again suggesting the big divide in the upbringing of the pair. Sunny's expensive private school had of course done ballroom dancing as a natural part of their classes.

"I can't believe you were ever clumsy, You're Paladin! You're like, the toughest hero around!" She remarked, and yes, despite Sunny's self-absorbed nature, it was a genuine compliment. She would of said 'badass' but Sunny didn't like using bad words, she'd always been taught not to, and was still a massive Momma's girl when it came to doing what she was told. At least when it came from her Mom. She often found ways to get out of doing anything that she thought was too hard work or might compromise her appearance as a hero.

"You get to go to nightclubs? Wow! My Mom still won't let me." Sunny remarked when Alice made the comment about nightclubs. Sunny liked the idea of going out partying, but her Mom had always been afraid of the pictures making the news, or Sunny getting drunk and being caught doing something silly. "Isn't it, like, mega scary though?" She asked. Yes, her Mom also always told her they were dens of load, crude music and drugs and horrible things, and that the dance floors were gross and your shoes stuck to the floor and that Sunny would hate it, and so the girl who actually fought criminals for a career thought that nightclubs sounded 'scary'.

"Aw, I wish they were here. Pics of us two together would go viral, and be great for my profile!" She beamed when Alice seemed to be sad there were no paparazzi there. Sunny, of course, was disappointed. Here she was with Paladin, one of the most famous heroes on the planet, and there weren't even going to be any pictures in the newspaper? Sure, they were dancing together, but that just showed community spirit. Sunny, who of course often read every article about her, knew that the big negative thing people tended to say about her (apart from the fact she was vain, self-centered and wore too much perfume, all things she disagreed with) was that she was a spoiled rich kid with no idea how other people lived.

By being at a community centre, and taking part in their programs, surely that proved that criticism wrong? Or it WOULD, if it could reach the papers....






Alice Morrow

Sunny had to disagree with Alice's description of sports being a matter of 'trying'. She had clearly never seen Sunny try to throw a ball. Although most people would say they'd never seen Sunny throw anything because what Sunny did when she attempted to do that was certainly not 'throwing'. Of course, her complete aversion to any exercise and hatred of getting, in her words, 'icky, sweaty and gross' probably also contributed to her hatred of sport...<p>

"Yay! I like you, givin' me excuses not to do sport. Wish that had worked for my gym teacher in school..." Sunny joked lightly when Alice agreed with her about the sport option. She gave her a surprised look when Alice commented on ruining her costumes though. "But, ohmigod, what do you do, for like, the photoshoots afterwards? I never let anybody ruin my outfits! They're like, WAY too pretty for that!" Once again, Sunny's vapid priorities showed through. She might of been sweet, but she was as vain as they came too, which was as ever blatantly obvious.<p> "Although I do have, like, over a hundred different costumes. I mean, like some are just in different shades of pink, y'know, for like, different lighting and stuff. And some are just my capes soaked in different perfumes for whatever scent I'm wearing that day, so that I smell super good when I fly past!" She explained cheerfully. Her shallowness would shock some people, but once you'd spent some time in a room with Sunny, it really wasn't that surprising.<p>

Sunny gave the assembled dancers a smile and a wave, and seemed to consider for a moment whether to stop for selfies or not, but at least did have the common sense to move on and take up a place in the class. To her, all of this was an exciting novelty.<br>
"Uh yeah, like, I would NOT make a good boy." She joked back when Alice volunteered to be the 'guy'. It was the only obvious choice given what Sunny was like really...<p>


Alice Morrow