Morgan simply snorted and shook her head at Mel's comment about using the crosswalk.  It wasn't as though traffic was heavy this time of night.  She considered showing the redhead how to deal with the drunken groper but decided against it.  The girl would have to learn on her own, that or spend the rest of her life as a doormat.  Shaking her head she followed Frey into the store, looking around for anyone that didn't quite fit.  Back home she'd nearly been busted because an undercover almost caught her buying beer.<br/><br/>Fingers running along the bottles Morgan became distracted by their color and shape, the texture of them under her skin.  She could already imagine a sketch to show off their simple beauty.  One bottle in particular caught her eye.  She wasn't even sure what it was, but the shape of it, the texture of the embossed surface, even the details on the seal were enchanting.  Shaking her head from her reverie at Frey's call she looked up, finally noticing the price.  Blushing she put it back on the shelf very carefully.  She certainly couldn't afford that.<br/><br/>“Juice...right.  Sloughing off towards the freezer she passed a display of strawberries.  Picking up a couple of packages she pressed on, finding chocolate syrup as well.  By the time she made it to the register her arms were full and her jeans starting to slide lower and lower as she stepped on the hems.  “Crap...Mel...your hands free?  Pull up my pants will you?  I'm not wearing any panties and I don't think we want to add public nudity to our crimes for tonight.”  Laughing she tried to hold still until she was put back together.