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Beatrix "Bee" Blake. 26. Owner of Honeybee Vintage.

[honeybeeblake]

niceguykessel‌:

“Bee? Okay, got it. I’ve…well, my family used to call me Mark, but it’s been a while. I don’t think it was anything special, though. I can’t say I’ve ever seen that movie, to be honest. I usually like to watch comedies, so I don’t see a whole lot of anything else.” He didn’t want to admit it, but he didn’t exactly have a lot of friends to broaden his horizons. Maybe he could be friends with her and change that. She seemed welcoming. “Kill Bill? Isn’t that, like, super violent?”

“It’s a comedy of sorts in that it’s the most iconic and entertaining bad movie ever made,” Bee replied with a smile. She loved introducing people to things outside their realm. She and her sister swapped finds like some people swap clothes. “They’re super, super violent, but her name is Beatrix, so that’s why I get lots of Kill Bill jokes.” She ran her hand along a neatly organized rack of clothes. “What size do you wear?”

[honeybeeblake]

niceguykessel‌:

“Yeah. this seems like the perfect place. Should do well.” Marcus looked around. “Alright, I’ll bite. Could use some wardrobe refreshing for sure. I’m Marcus, by the way.” He shot her a smile, warm and genuine. She seemed like the type of person he liked to associate himself with, someone who was positive and not afraid to put themselves out there a little.

“Beatrix Blake. Feel free to call me Bee,” she said with a radiant smile. She liked his energy. “Marcus. That’s a nice name. Do people call you Mark? I always felt like people named Marcus got a lot of jokes because of that movie The Room. I get a lot of Kill Bill ones myself.”

[honeybeeblake]

niceguykessel‌:

“You got me there. Button-ups probably make up…a good sixty-percent of my wardrobe at this point. Easy, and you can dress them up or down.” Marcus nodded in affirmation. “You seem to have a good eye for this kind of stuff. Or was it just a lucky guess?”

Bee smiled, very pleased with herself and her analysis. “I have a good eye for these things. I should. I have a double major in textile design and business. I guess I got my money’s worth there. And you are in luck because I have some beautiful button ups.”

[honeybeeblake]

niceguykessel‌:

“That is true. It’s a nice pattern,” he agreed amicably. He hoped to get off the subject of that particular shirt. “Okay, so what would you recommend? I have to say, I didn’t think this place was really my sense of style, but I’ve been thinking of changing up my wardrobe a little.” Marcus nodded. In truth, he didn’t really have much of a style, so any suggestions would be welcome.

Bee stepped out from behind the counter, instantly perking up at the idea of someone valuing her opinion on fashion. “You can always start with a type of clothing that you wear a lot, but upgrade it. Get some funky colors and prints and stuff. I love a good print.” She looked him up and down for a second. “Are you fond of button ups, by chance?”

[honeybeeblake]

niceguykessel‌:

Marcus had wandered in mostly by accident. A displayed shirt had captured his attention as he’d walked by, the low-key pattern catching at some remembrance he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He’d had to come inside to examine it further before it hit him - his twin had gone through one of these phases in college. The sensation of familiarity pulled at his stomach as he stared, and he was only broken out of his thoughts by a voice.

“Oh, that’s nice of you,” he responded after figuring out her words, “But I’m guessing a women’s medium probably wouldn’t fit me.” He chuckled, trying to shake off his mental discomfort.

“I guess this is the one time that having broad shoulders is a draw back,” she said with a small laugh. One day she hoped there would be a more universal and unisex sizing system, but at the moment in time that wasn’t the case. “But if you could fit it I would still be urging you to get it and not just because I’d be making money off of it either.”

[honeybeeblake]

Bee noticed one of her patrons admiring one of her favorite pieces that she’d gotten in that week. “I love that one,” she called over from behind the counter. “It’d look really nice on you too.” She tried to be as friendly and encouraging as possible with those that came in looking for quality vintage clothing. A little niceness could go a long way.