-:Harry felt really uncomfortable in this place. It was just some fancy pants jewelry store with salespeople that had their heads stuffed up their asses, but he would rather be in the seventh circle of hell at the moment. The weight in his pocket felt like he was dragging around a corpse. Which was actually pretty close to accurate in an ironic subtext sort of way. Thick fingers kept tapping at the ring box where it showed as just a large bump in the pocket of his khaki cargo shorts. Part of him wanted to just pull it out of his pocket and throw it at the nearest salesperson so he could turn around and walk out.:-
-:Gritting his teeth together he moved to one of the glass cases that acted as counters and waited for someone to come help him. Which might never happen. He didn't exactly look like a baller. People weren't gonna trip all over themselves to rush to the customer who looked like a beach bum. Finally though one of the young men stopped by and Harry was able to pull the black velvet box from his pocket and slide it across the counter to the man. The guys face looked stony, an eyebrow raised as he picked up the box and looked inside. When he saw the expensive diamond ring stony went to outright hostility. Guess he didn't like having to lose a commision. Oh well, sucked for him. He lost a commision and Harry lost the love of his life. For some reason Memphis wasn't feeling too sorry for the guy.:-
-:With a sneer and a huff the salesman went off to get the store manager so they could take care of him. While they fiddled at the computer he walked around the store and eyed the different things they had. All overpriced romantic nonesense. Lightly he rubbed at his bald head, scratching a second before hands were buried into his pockets. Then something caught his eye and he stopped to lean forward and look into one of the cases. Pale blue eyes squinted and wrinkles formed in the corners of his eyes as he looked at the item that had caught his eye.:-
-:It was obviously an antique. A small intricate silver locket set with several opals that flared with brilliant color. It was the colors in the opals that had caught him. They looked like a rainbow. And there in the scrollwork on the front of the locket was an etching of a wolf with its muzzle raised. He was no artist but he suspected the opal behind the wolf was meant to represent the full moon. It was clever, and just slightly on the edge of tacky, and he had to have it. When the salesman came back he pointed it out.:-
"I'll take that."
-:The young man practically rolled his eyes at Harrys selection, but he didn't care. He had the perfect person for that locket. Getting everything sorted out he left with several grand extra in the bank, and another jewelry box thick in his pocket. This one containing an antique locket.:-