The Fannish Life

Nope, Nope, Uh..not in a million years." mumbled Colby Petters as he flipped through a rack of dress shirts in one of his favorite department stores on bond street.

Then he beamed as he found a bright purple silk shirt that looked delightful with his new suit that he had just recently ordered from Mark Jacobs. He flounced (there was only just one word for it) over to the long floor to ceiling mirror and put up against his chest.

He flexed side to side noticing how it complemented his complexion just so. Then suddenly Colby froze for a long moment as he witnessed something quite strange was going on.

A man, who looked barely out of his teens was shoving a silk handkerchief into his pockets before he moved away.

Colby sighed, and wrinkled his nose.

A shopelifter, just exaclty what he didn't really need invading the sanctury of his favorite shoppe.

He had two choices ignore it, or turn the bugger in.

Carefully, he hooked the shirt on a hook on a nearby dressing room door.

He diffidently was going to add this shirt to his wardrobe.

He walked back to the mirror, his hands coming up to in a almost automatic fashion straighten his emerald green pattern shirt, and then his short blond hair. While at the same time his eyes zeroed in on the shopliftter who moving towards the back shelf near the exit.

With a sigh, he walked away the mirror and made his way through the racks until he was a rack or so away from the man. He looked over to the shop keeper who was flipping through a magazine. Looking for all the world that he was just shopping. Then he walked up to the man as he was about to pocket a designer black leather belt and snatched it out of his hand.

"Hey!"

Colby gave a mock cheerful smile that didn't at all reach his eyes those were hard, and accessing. "Darling, this belt would look all wrong for you."

"What the hell are you on about?" The man said, his voice growing louder. "Give it back!"

"I would lower your voice if I were you, dear chap." Colby said. "It wouldn't do for the clerk to get a clue that you are stealing them blind, would it?"

The man suddenly froze in place. His parlor growing pale, his eyes huge. "W..what do you mean?" The man stuttered.

Colby just barely refrained from rolling his eyes. "Look, just leave before I decide to alert the clerk, and call the bobbies on you. Caprice?"

The shop lifter looked over to clerk who was gazing at them with a strange look then back at Colby. Before he whirled around, and fled the store.

Colby shook his head, and gave a tisk. That man was obviously an amateur. The tall blond man had very little patience for amateurs. Then he spun around and went up to the register.

"Alright then, Mr.Petters?" the clerk asked.

Colby the man gave a warm smile. "Just fine, Jonathan."