Clearance by Criss Moody

Date: January 7th, 2002
Disclaimer: Lots of irresponsible fucks at Marvel own these characters.
Rating: PG
Summary: Kitty Pryde shops.
Notes: Less than a fic and not even a ficlet. I was bored. If you don't know X-Men at all, this won't make sense to you. Written based on a X-Men challenge-in-a-can: Kitty Pryde, delight, pants.

Racks upon racks upon racks of post-Holiday clearance clothing filled Kitty's vision. More than once during her hunt for that magical 'one good pair' of pants she had realized that the last year had not been a sparkling year for fashion.

Brown and yellow turtlenecks? Shirts that said 'hottie' and 'little princess?' God, it was all just too horrible to contemplate. Good thing Kitty wasn't the fashion horse any of her fellow X-Men were. No, indeed, she just wanted that one pair of pants and then she was outta there.

"How about these?" A hand thrust a pair of black slacks into Kitty's face.

"What size?"

"6."

"Perfect, lemme try them on." Kitty grabbed the pants from her boyfriend's grasp and made for the nearly empty fitting rooms.

The pants, to Kitty's eternal delight, fit perfectly. She headed back to where she'd left her boyfriend, collected said boyfriend, and made it out of the store with ten minutes to spare. The others were waiting at the Orange Julius.

"Pryde, how much longer is this damn trip gonna last?"

"We leave tomorrow. Storm's pretty sure that if we don't, Warren's gonna crack and call The Hellfire Club or something."

Storm had preyed upon the connection with the estimable Mr. Worthington III for a place to house around a dozen mutants of various X-team status for a weekend in New York.

"Damn stupid bastard. Should have called them when you lot first descended on him like a bloody plague of locusts."

"Be nice, Pete, or I'll tell Drake you were mean to me and you'll be sucking on iced coffee 'till the end of time."

"Bloody woman."

"Love you too, Wisdom."

~the end~