((Sweet then, I'll just roleplay alone...))
At the centre of the toy section there was, of course, a man dressed up as Santa Claus. This was the man's twelfth consecutive day at the mall in his Santa suit, which was itchy and starting to smell. He'd had quite enough of children climbing on his lap and had retreated to the relative safety of his large plastic sleigh. Fortunately he had a helper today: a lively young elf by the name of Sheba. She spent more time prancing about playing hide-and-go-seek than she did pretending to make toys, but he didn't care so long as those kids didn't come anywhere near him for a while.
Sheba's elf costume looked suspiciously like a Peter Pan costume, green tights and all. She was trying to persuade a tiny blonde girl not to unwrap the fake presents underneath the red christmas tree. "There's nothing in there, only a packing box," she explained as the toddler reached a sticky hand towards the present. Dressing up as an elf had been fun at first, but now Sheba was getting irritable. She swiped the present out of the toddler's hands and threw it over the top of Santa's giant cardboard backdrop. The kid instantly burst into tears.
"What is wrong with you?!" the kid's rather plump mother was suddenly demanding, backing Sheba against the Christmas tree. "Excuse me? Excuse me?! Look at me! You don't treat my daughter that way, miss!" the mum shouted above the din. Sheba glared at her, incensed - the stupid lady was acting as though the kid had had it's hair ripped out.
"Hey what's wrong with you, lady?" she yelled back. "Who the hell takes their kids to the mall on Christmas Eve anyway? You'd have to be stupid!"
She said this so loudly that several more mall mums immediately swivelled and marched towards her with exclamations of 'Did you just say?' and 'Well, I never!'.
"Ladies, please. This is nothing to get upset about - " Santa started, only to have the mall mums turn on him like angry bees. Sheba took the opportunity to sidle around the Christmas tree and towards the exit. By the time the mall mums were done yelling at Santa, Sheba was gone.
However, Irina chose this very moment to return from the changing rooms. Perhaps the mall mums thought that she had just changed from the elf costume, because they all rounded on her, hands on hips.
"I want you to know that I will be laying a complaint about you!" said the chubby one, shaking a finger in Irina's face.
"I'm sorry, but what was that?" Irina replied with an air of sweetness.
"You know very well! I saw what you did to my daughter earlier! I am not going to let that sort of behaviour slide," the mum declared. At this, Irina's expression dropped from sweet to steely.
"I don't know what you're talking about. You should get out of my face now, bitch." All of the mums gasped.
"Don't you use that sort of language around my - " the mum bellowed, now red in the face. Irina placed a hand on each of the woman's shoulders and gave her an almighty shove. She fell backwards, sprawled on the floor and heaving to get up. "Aaiiie! I'm pregnant, you bitch!" she gasped, prompting an attack by all of the other mall mums. "Security! Police!" they shouted, swinging their shopping bags.
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Sheba peered curiously around the corner at the racket she had left behind. Stunned, she stared in surprise as Irina snatched someone's shopping bag and dashed its contents onto the floor. Plastic boxes of makeup rattled across the vinyl. Two bottles of floral-scented liquid soap smashed and a slippery puddle of slime spread under everyone's feet, causing the other ladies to slip, miss their mark and mostly just hit each other. Irina nearly slid over herself but, determined not to get any slime on her new outfit, she managed to stay upright with a discreet bit of levitation.
Sheba was nearly bowled over as a large, fat man wearing sunglasses and a what looked like a janitor's outfit came bursting in on the scene. He was yelling non-stop into a walkie-talkie thing, and someone on the other end was yelling unintelligibly back.
"Security!" he shouted, as if he were the police force. Sheba half-expected him to say, 'Freeze!'. She followed him, hidden behind his considerable girth as he sprinted towards Irina. He spotted the slime puddle just in time to leap heavily over it, landing with both feet and nearly knocking the air out of himself. Sheba picked her way across the mess, looking up just in time to see Irina fleeing out of the department store and into the centre of the mall.