In a way, she couldn’t help but wonder if the label had been planning this all along for more reality show drama. Certainly, their views were great after that episode had aired. People ate that shit up. But Charlie hoped that their product wasn’t quite so contrived as that. She wasn’t here just to amuse people like a dancing monkey — even if their job was, ultimately, to entertain. Whatever the case, the producers told them that today they would be spending the day together, so Charlie had obliged, showing up in her ripped jeans and a pink studded leather jacket. It was a little cold, but hey — punk rockers didn’t complain about the temperature.
They pulled up to the thrift shop they decided to “spontaneously” visit, and Charlie made a show of elbowing Dax a little in the ribs, just playing for the camera, trying to demonstrate that they were all friends and getting along despite Nat’s exit. Inside the store, they went their separate ways for the most part. She wandered off down an aisle, looking at ugly clothes and old furniture; occasionally she turned to show something particularly weird to the camera or to Rosy and Dax, but it wasn’t until Rosario spoke that she actually tuned in to what the others were doing. A t-shirt caught her eye as she walked over, laughing a bit at the kilt that he had in hand. “Hey, it’s in pretty good condition, you should try it on,” she teased, though she was also being semi-serious. A few minutes of goofy thrift shop hijinks would do well for their show.
“Besides, I wish I could say the same for Chinese culture, but this —” she held up the t-shirt, just plain black with large red Chinese characters across the front “— just says xiao long bao.” She rolled her eyes as she waved it at the camera. “Like, the fucking soup dumplings.” Once that was done she tossed it in Daxton’s direction, watching as it draped over his head on landing. “You could probably fit in it, Dax.”