Game

Leland "Fancy" Freemantle arrived to the warehouse sporting a spring in his step and a cherry blossom silk square tucked firmly in pocket of his jacket. “You do yourself proudly," he said to Phineas (who had immediately apologized for wearing a sweatsuit). “Ain’t no reason to run on someone else’s track.” He'd brought along two cups of instant noodles (spicy shrimp flavor) and a stack of notes written on index cards (3 notes per card, clean cut into thirds as per usual). He dropped it low with classic Salt-N-Pepa; “Very Necessary," Fancy said, sauntering away from the boombox in the corner and boldly heading over to the ladies’ wear. “Mm mm mmm,” Freemantle directly addressed a floral blouse and promptly refolded it. “Miss, I cannot have you crushed in on yo’self, when you are CLEARLY a statement piece. You say EVERYTHING you need to say.” He slipped a note into the pocket of some tie dye jeans, smoothing the front. “Beauty ain’t in the eye of anybody, lest you give it to the beholder to behold. You don’t owe the world anything; just walk.” He busted a move and spun over to a sweater holding onto a few sequin paillettes for dear life across the shoulders. Fancy air-kissed it left cheek, then right cheek and dropped a note into the side pocket. “Old victories still count; don’t forget ‘em when you’re steppin’ out all worried about the future. Vintage game is still game.” Freemantle stayed like this most of the afternoon, being of service and respectful to the ladies.