(Bruh I think my school does the same thing. I wouldn't know because… I hate my body but anywayyy, I've seen… really… uh… suggestive clothing on girls and I don't think the teachers care.)
Brenna glanced over at her name and grinned. "Kendall, there you are!"
(There are super strict rules on skirt length, but nobody listens to it. Except for people like me :b)
"I'm glad you stopped by!" Kendall said with a smile. "Even if we can't really hang out, since it's my job."
(yee I just wear jeans and flannels. I don't really have… suggestive stuff… I don't think it'd fit my body type, because i a plump)
Brenna walked over. "Yeah, it's cool to be able to talk to you, though."
(We have uniforms, and it's soooo hard to find uniform pants that fit girls well)
Kendall smiled. "Yeah," she said. "If you see anything you like, I have my employee discount and all of the promo codes."
(We obviously don't, but our Marching Band Unis are really hard to fit for girls. Especially the color guard (i'm not in CG but my friends are).)
"I've seen some stuff, but I don't think they'd fit." Brenna shrugged.
( get why we have uniforms, but jeans are sooo much more comfortable)
"I have other sizes in back if you don't see yours," Kendall offered.
(I'm really glad we don't I loooove jeans)
Brenna nodded. "Yeah, then I was thinking, why would I need panties?" She chuckled.
"Um, to cover your butt, silly," Kendall laughed. "But the ones here are a bit fancy for underwear. And rather expensive, at that." She shrugged. "I only get my lingerie here because of my discount."
"Well, that and. Some panties aren't comfortable. At all. I don't get it." She shrugged.
Kendall nodded. "I agree. Some styles are meant to be worn with tighter clothing so you can't see the pantie line, others are just for looks, and others are for… showing off," Kendall said. "I just get low-waisted briefs. I find them the most comfortable."
"Low waists are the only things that fit me. I tried panties once and decided… no longer will I wear panties." Brenna grinned.
"Like… at all?" Kendall asked, somewhat confused.
"No, they're not comfortable. If I had someone to show off for… maybe." She blew a brief raspberry and shrugged.
Kendall laughed at her raspberry. "Well, do what makes you comfortable, then," she said with a shrug. "I only have like one or two pairs of those uncomfortable, lacy ones. All my others are cotton and comfortable."
Brenna hummed her agreement. "Yep, that's the style, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Kendall said. "I've gotta say, I like my job at the club better than this one."
(I might ghost, just an FYI. I'll be back tomorrow around this time, though)
"Really?" She pulled a face.
(okie)
"It's a lot more fun," Kendall explained with a grin. "Plus, I get paid to sing and dance, which are two of my favorite things."
"You get paid to sing and dance? In front of all of those creeps? I wouldn't do it for a million!"
"I mean, I wear a mask and go by an alias," Kendall said. "Besides, they all know not to try anything after the time I broke a table throwing a guy."
Brenna shook her head. "You're crazy, you know that?"
Kendall grinned. "Hell yeah I am."
Brenna studied Kendall down her nose, occasionally shaking her head.
"What?" Kendall asked with a laugh. "Do I have something on my face?"
"No… you're just…" She shook her head.
"What? Crazy? Yeah, hun, I know," Kendall laughed, tilting her head.
Brenna laughed too. "Yes, that's the word."
"Hey, your friends with me, so you're crazy by association," Kendall reasoned with a grin.
"Crazy by…" Brenna trailed off with a laugh and a shake of her head.
Kendall laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Too late to go back now!"