[RL 51: Totally didn't steal this scene from Pretty Woman; Edgeworth, the Corinthian]

[samuraiprosecutor]

((OOC: Following shortly after this post, which references this post and this post.))



[On a Monday evening, it might not have been too difficult to find street parking, but that doesn't deter Edgeworth from pulling into underground parking, more specifically the structure off Dayton Way that he often uses. It doesn't take long for him to pass the Porsche off to the valet. He gives the elevator up to street level an almost guilty glance as he leads his companion past it, heading toward the stairwell a short distance away.]

[With a nonchalance that's only partially forced] Have you been to Beverly Hills before?

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[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

Not once. [And the Corinthian still sounds vaguely distracted even as they start up the stairs, almost disappointed that the drive there hadn't lasted longer. Just looking around would probably be more entertaining than looking for some suit....] I've only ever been to L.A., and that's only because of you.

[samuraiprosecutor]

Hm. We may have to remedy that, as well. Los Angeles and its neighboring cities all have a great deal to offer.

[And here we are heading up the significantly less posh (though clean and brightly lit) stairwell. Just one floor up, Edgeworth swings open the door leading off the well, revealing a glittering walk that's every bit as glamorous as countless movies and television shows would have people believe.]

[Turns and gives the Corinthian a satisfied smirk.] Case in point.

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

[....well now, this was definitely a bit more like what he'd been expecting to see. Hard as he tries to hide his interest he can't help the small grin, a little impressed.

And they were going to spend the whole visit in a store. Bah.] Not bad.

[samuraiprosecutor]

[Clearly not fooled by his companion's attempt to contain himself, Edgeworth lets his smirk widen.] If it was bad I wouldn't spend so much of my time here.

[He begins to lead the way up the street, his feet tracing a comfortably familiar path past glowing, columned storefronts and ornate iron lampposts. This late in the evening, the crowds are already starting to thin, allowing him to keep looking back as they walked.] This is one of the few places left in the world where 'you get what you pay for' isn't simply a pithy throwback.

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

Is that the polite way of saying everything's really damn expensive? [Small crowds are good. There might still be a few more people around than he's really used to, but staying distracted looking around at all the buildings and store fronts ensures that it doesn't bother him much.] You never mentioned where exactly I'm being dragged to.

[samuraiprosecutor]

[he gives a wry 'hmph'.] There are plenty of places in the world where things are still 'really damn expensive'. What makes this place unique is what comes with that price. Some of the world's finest goods are sold here by salespeople whose service is beyond compare.

[pauses at a corner to survey the street in both directions.] I somehow doubt the selection at my usual place would suit you and there's no time left for a custom order. But there are several other trustworthy shops here... Ah. This way. [he suddenly seems to zero in on one, and with a nod he starts off down the street with a determined stride.]

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[Hello now, suddenly being left behind! It's another moment before he actually follows, quickening his pace to catch up.

He raises a brow.] We are just grabbing the first one we find and getting out, right?

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[He doesn't even dignify that question with an answer, just pauses long enough to shoot a look over his shoulder.]

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

[A look that actually makes the nightmare bristle. Unfortunately, by this point it's just a little too late to argue.

So he just keeps following, looking disgruntled as anything.



This was going to be a long, long night.]

[samuraiprosecutor]

[Yes it was, Corinthian. Edgeworth allows himself a small smirk (after he's facing forward again, his face hidden from his companion) and comes to a stop in front of a glittering, all glass storefront. Inside can be seen snow white, stylized mannequins wearing suits and tuxedos in various styles and colors. The walls are lined with banks of accessories, from ties to socks and everything in between. At the moment, the store is almost empty, with only a single, older gentleman browsing the bow ties.]

[Edgeworth nods to himself.] If it's any consolation, after this I shouldn't need to drag you to any other shops. They'll have everything you might need here.

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

That makes me feel much better about this, of course. [Sarcasm? Why on earth would you think that? If nothing else, the lack of other people was a least slightly more comforting. Though not by much.

Hard as he tried not to, he couldn't quite help a tiny grimace from briefly crossing his face as he eyed some of the clothing. He didn't really need information on the kid and all his little buddies that badly, did he?] Right. Fine, I'll go find something, just give me a minute.

[samuraiprosecutor]

[Edgeworth gives him a satisfied smirk and leads the way into the shop, holding the door open for his companion. As soon as they enter they're greeted by an impeccably dressed salesman, a young man with slicked back, black hair. He greets them in an exaggerated French accent.] Monsieur Edgeworth! It's been so long!

[Edgeworth responds with a nod and gestures to the Corinthian. His tone is all business.]Andre. My associate and I will be attending an event later this week—a product unveiling and after party. As you may guess, he's in rather desperate need of something suitable.

[He softens the remark with a gentle, teasing smirk at the Corinthian, while the salesman looks him over with an appraising eye.]

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

[The sudden enthusiasm from the salesman is just enough to make the nightmare take a small step back, an eyebrow raising behind the shades, though the look shot at Edgeworth can only be called mildly offended, teasing or no. He bites the tip of his tongue--all three, in fact--to hold back his own little remark.]

We're getting the first one he approves of and then we're out of here. [Another look, one that's rather hoping it'll even be the first one period.]

[samuraiprosecutor]

[Andre looks a bit taken aback at that but recovers quickly.] Of course! Time is valuable, after all, especially when one is Monsieur Edgeworth. We wouldn't think of dragging your visit out unnecessarily.

[He shoots the prosecutor a questioning look, clearly trying to gauge something for himself, but almost as soon as the confusion appears it's gone again, and he waves the Corinthian into the store.] We'll start with the basics then, Mr...

[Throughout it all Edgeworth looks on, a self-satisfied smirk still on his lips as he observes the exchange. This isn't a situation he may ever see the Corinthian in again, and he's intent on milking it for all it's worth.]

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

Corinth. [That has to sound normal enough, right? He follows after the man without another word, warily, and not without sending Edgeworth one last look. halp me.]

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A pleasure, Mr. Corinth. [The salesman leads them over to a set of mannequins toward the back that displayed a number of black tuxedoes.] And did you have anything particular in mind? We've got a wide selection of suits and separates.

[Finally taking pity on his companion, Edgeworth looked up from one of the suits, whose sleeve he'd been fingering.] Something non-traditional, I think. Black or...no, midnight blue.

[The salesman gave a quick nod and started to lead the Corinthian a bit deeper into the forest of models while Edgeworth hung back.] These are some of our newer stock. Armani's fall collection, especially, has a few gems... Do you see anything you like?

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't even get a chance to question the color before he's swept deeper into the store, giving the salesman an almost incredulous look that was thankfully mostly hidden behind the sunglasses. Picking the damn thing out was supposed to be Edgeworth's job, why was he asking the man that obviously wouldn't know the first thing about what looked good or not?]

I.... [Ngh. He does, however, at least give several suits a cursory glance as they walk. And after several moments he finally grabs one at random, a nice dark shade of blue just as Edgeworth suggested, and turns to hold it up for his companion to see.]

Tell me this is good so we can get the hell out of here now?

[samuraiprosecutor]

[Making sure to keep (most) of his amusement off of his face, Edgeworth gives the suit a cursory glance then nods and looks at the salesman.] He'll try that one, this one, and...that Armani.

[He pointed out the other suits in turn, then threw a smug smirk in the nightmare's direction.] ...And anything else you might suggest, Andre.

Très bonne! [The salesman nodded and began to lead them toward the back of the store. Edgeworth slipped the suit out of his friend's hand as he passed him by, placing it back on the display, then followed Andre to the fitting room in the back of the store.]

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

[Well, if the nightmare didn't look miffed before, he certainly did now.

And yet he still followed along obediantly, catching up to Edgeworth's side again, and gave the man a dark look.]

You're having way too much fun with this.

[samuraiprosecutor]

[Edgeworth's obvious amusement never faltered.] I take great pleasure in making myself useful. At least, when the cause is worthwhile.