Target: Wilford Warfstache

Ch. 2

Fanart: https://nightninja456.deviantart.com/art/Wilford-Warfstache-Time-For-Some-Fun-724711760 

I watched him. All he was doing was picking out a few shirts and trying them on, coming out of the dressing room and showing off to any woman who was around with a slur. He was disgusting to watch. I wanted to just end him but I promised myself to have fun with this one.

He came out again, this time in a pink dress shirt and yellow pants. Yellow. Pants. I felt my right eye twitch as I stared but then, he caught my stare. 'Fuck.' I turned away but he was already bounding towards me.

"Hello~" he greeted, "Enjoying the view?"

I wanted to punch him in the gut. I smirked and simply replied flirtingly, "Can't miss out now can I~?"

"Oooo, mischievous are we~?" he hummed, his eyes glinting slightly. "Well, I can pose more for you; I have a couple of more shirts to try on before I go."

'Oh god no.' I lengthened my smile. "I would love to see more; if you'll let me of course."

"Certainly!" He looked over me. "And maybe I can help you find something cute too? As long as we're simply just 'looking.'"

'...' "Sounds fantastic."

He hummed and ran off to the dressing room.

We spent another 50 minutes in that bloody place. He had taken 10 minutes to find me 10 different outfits after he was done with his clothes. Thankfully I had learned to adapt and to be able to change quickly. The only problem was...most of it was just a bright yellow and bright pink. Why couldn't the guy like dark colors???

We left that horrid place and began walking around the mall, him filling me in on what he did for a living and continuing to flirt with me, which I only returned with smiles and nods, not really bothering to pay attention to a man on death row.

Eventually, the question I wanted to pop up came. "Hey, Amber," he began, stating my fake first name I gave him, "I wanted to know...would you like to grab a drink with me?"

I smiled brighter. "Yeah, sure! I could use a drink!"

"Great! I know a place downtown we can go to! Do you know the 'Frick Frack'?" I nodded. "Good good, I'll meet you there; I trust you have your own ride?" '...He doesn't want to drive me?'

"Yeah, I do."

"Alrighty, see you there Ms. Rose," he ended, walking away. "Oh yeah, if you could wear one of those outfits that would be wonderful!" Then he parted, leaving me standing there, blinking. '...He's...interesting to say the least.'

I went to my car and took off.

When I arrived at the bar, I changed in the car since I was in a parking garage. It was easy. I decided to go with the one that really made him hum: a short, frilly pink dress that accented my boobs perfectly with a pair of yellow stockings and pink flats. I looked at my long auburn haired wig in the mirror and put it down, scrunching up my hair to have curls and adding on some red lipstick and minor mascara. I was perfect eye candy. I smiled at my look and exited the car to go into the bar.

It didn't take me long to find him. He was in a corner 'wooing' ladies with his posh voice. When he saw me though, he stopped talking altogether to stare at me. I had probably exploded his small mind with many thoughts ranging from innocent lovey dovey thoughts to perverted and naughty thoughts.

I simply smirked as I waltzed down the aisle towards him, gaining a few stares from bystanders as well. When I sat down, he took a hold of my hand and placed his other over his heart. "My dear, you look ravishing~" He kissed my hand. I'll have to wash that hand about 50 times when I get home.