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Paisley had attempted not to laugh in Adrien's face as her insult went way over his bulbous head. Amusing as it was.
"Speak for yourselves. I got a lecture from Mr. Duval before coming here... About how exquisitely wrong my dress is," Lorelei said.
Paisley scoffed, "I said Mr. Duval was 'positively odious' and he took it as a compliment. I would take anything he said with a grain of salt." Her tone was near a whisper as if it was just a secret shared between the three ladies so that they could giggle about Adrien's stupidity.
Of course, the blonde managed to catch Paisley jump waving at John in a clearly inappropriate dress - as if her boobs were not just hanging out. Lorelei immediately teased her, but this was common among them. "What was that? Don't tell me your crushing on the local hot dad?"
Paisley did not turn beat red like some might. She's hardly embarrassed by the notion that she pined for the 'Local Hot Dad'. A hand flicked through the air dismissively, "I don't think I am his type. I happen to think Mr. Waldmann and I are good friends enough to acknowledge one another. No?" She reminded Lorelei gently, sorry to disappoint her by squashing all notion of romance.
When Liana spoke up, “Lorelei, stop living through people and live for yourself a little,” Paisley pointed a finger at her in a gesture that would silently agree with the point made.
Whilst in conversation with the ladies, a few of the gentlemen had also wiggled their way into the group. Unlike her other gal pals, she didn't mind the crowd. One would call her quite the social butterfly, and she's always happy to see more friendly faces all mingling together. Typically, people spent far too much time wrapped up in their own little worlds. For a small town like Essex, it could certainly feel like being trapped in a big world all by one's lonesome. Or maybe that was just her.
Many things were happening all at once and her peripherals were prone to catching the nuances of social situations. Lorelei's attention had been on the interaction between Ricardo and Leisl, and there was no telling what happened there. It looked like a pretty steamy connection, but at the same time, it didn't. Ricardo had come here, and while she hadn't properly addressed him, she did notice.
"Maybe this isn't interesting to everyone but I was wondering about your next novel. Is it going to be just as 'steamy' as the last and if so who is going to be the titular characters? Maybe it's about a couple who can't be together because of extenuating circumstances . . . Or perhaps it's about a love rivalry between identical twins." That was John's voice, and it made her chuckle. No, she wasn't flirty with the man - as much as she crushed on him in silence. He's handsome, a father, a man's kind of man, and that was something rare here. Well, at least the kind fatherly part anyway. She had this strange feeling that a woman like her wasn't much his type, so she was happy to call him one of her good friends and steal his children for a trip to the lake to feed some ducks when they were feeling antsy from being trapped in a house.
She engaged with him like any casual friend, bearing that same smile as she'd give to anyone else without special favor. "You know, I haven't actually written anything for quite some time. Your suggestions are very tempting," She replied with that super sunny disposition to her tone; her clutch pinned between her palms and the lap of her attire. "I'll make sure to let you know when I get started." Something about Essex has erased her will to write, or maybe it had - instead - inspired something else entirely. She wasn't quite sure, but she could say that her enthusiasm for something as mundane as some smut is dying a slow death.
The brunette watched as Liana went through all the motions of being absolutely flustered, and she elbowed John hard in the side - or wherever her elbow would reach given their height difference. “Perhaps it's more of an adventurous story. Paisley loves adventures.”
Shortly after, Liana decided to part ways with the group, and Paisley would attribute this mostly to John's lack of social tact. Not that it mattered. She wasn't much for being around a ton of people, and that was fair. It's not for everyone.
After waving Liana off, she turned her body to fully face John. "Now that you're certainly about to disperse the happy crowd, how is your night?" The words were harsh, but she had such a playful tone that it was hard not to take it as a jest.
Then her eyes drifted toward Liesl again, but in a subtle and swift way before they fled back to John without a beat missed. The fiery redhead was probably more of the Hot Dad's speed, and she was happy - at least outwardly - to let him go. It wasn't as if no one noticed the way he winked at her, after all. Paisley liked to think herself very scene aware. "Don't let me hold you up, hmm? I'm sure you have better company to keep." In a platonic gesture, she gently tapped his wrist and urged him along with that same smile she'd held for him all along.
That left Lorelei and Ricardo (if John took her suggestion for him to go mingle with someone more in his league), and for some reason, it felt very awkward. Yet, she also didn't want to leave the pair by themselves. That would break some serious girl code. She didn't really know Ricardo, aside from the fact that he's always been very quiet and kept to himself. It wasn't as if she hadn't noticed that he might appear in all the same places Lorelei frequents from time to time, it was just that it hadn't been a serious enough issue for her to care.
Curious, though. Very curious. It would be good for Lorelei to have some kind of companionship, and even some sort of protection against the nasty treatment of Adrien, but there were plenty of rumors to suggest that he might not be all that different.
"Speak for yourselves. I got a lecture from Mr. Duval before coming here... About how exquisitely wrong my dress is," Lorelei said.
Paisley scoffed, "I said Mr. Duval was 'positively odious' and he took it as a compliment. I would take anything he said with a grain of salt." Her tone was near a whisper as if it was just a secret shared between the three ladies so that they could giggle about Adrien's stupidity.
Of course, the blonde managed to catch Paisley jump waving at John in a clearly inappropriate dress - as if her boobs were not just hanging out. Lorelei immediately teased her, but this was common among them. "What was that? Don't tell me your crushing on the local hot dad?"
Paisley did not turn beat red like some might. She's hardly embarrassed by the notion that she pined for the 'Local Hot Dad'. A hand flicked through the air dismissively, "I don't think I am his type. I happen to think Mr. Waldmann and I are good friends enough to acknowledge one another. No?" She reminded Lorelei gently, sorry to disappoint her by squashing all notion of romance.
When Liana spoke up, “Lorelei, stop living through people and live for yourself a little,” Paisley pointed a finger at her in a gesture that would silently agree with the point made.
Whilst in conversation with the ladies, a few of the gentlemen had also wiggled their way into the group. Unlike her other gal pals, she didn't mind the crowd. One would call her quite the social butterfly, and she's always happy to see more friendly faces all mingling together. Typically, people spent far too much time wrapped up in their own little worlds. For a small town like Essex, it could certainly feel like being trapped in a big world all by one's lonesome. Or maybe that was just her.
Many things were happening all at once and her peripherals were prone to catching the nuances of social situations. Lorelei's attention had been on the interaction between Ricardo and Leisl, and there was no telling what happened there. It looked like a pretty steamy connection, but at the same time, it didn't. Ricardo had come here, and while she hadn't properly addressed him, she did notice.
"Maybe this isn't interesting to everyone but I was wondering about your next novel. Is it going to be just as 'steamy' as the last and if so who is going to be the titular characters? Maybe it's about a couple who can't be together because of extenuating circumstances . . . Or perhaps it's about a love rivalry between identical twins." That was John's voice, and it made her chuckle. No, she wasn't flirty with the man - as much as she crushed on him in silence. He's handsome, a father, a man's kind of man, and that was something rare here. Well, at least the kind fatherly part anyway. She had this strange feeling that a woman like her wasn't much his type, so she was happy to call him one of her good friends and steal his children for a trip to the lake to feed some ducks when they were feeling antsy from being trapped in a house.
She engaged with him like any casual friend, bearing that same smile as she'd give to anyone else without special favor. "You know, I haven't actually written anything for quite some time. Your suggestions are very tempting," She replied with that super sunny disposition to her tone; her clutch pinned between her palms and the lap of her attire. "I'll make sure to let you know when I get started." Something about Essex has erased her will to write, or maybe it had - instead - inspired something else entirely. She wasn't quite sure, but she could say that her enthusiasm for something as mundane as some smut is dying a slow death.
The brunette watched as Liana went through all the motions of being absolutely flustered, and she elbowed John hard in the side - or wherever her elbow would reach given their height difference. “Perhaps it's more of an adventurous story. Paisley loves adventures.”
Shortly after, Liana decided to part ways with the group, and Paisley would attribute this mostly to John's lack of social tact. Not that it mattered. She wasn't much for being around a ton of people, and that was fair. It's not for everyone.
After waving Liana off, she turned her body to fully face John. "Now that you're certainly about to disperse the happy crowd, how is your night?" The words were harsh, but she had such a playful tone that it was hard not to take it as a jest.
Then her eyes drifted toward Liesl again, but in a subtle and swift way before they fled back to John without a beat missed. The fiery redhead was probably more of the Hot Dad's speed, and she was happy - at least outwardly - to let him go. It wasn't as if no one noticed the way he winked at her, after all. Paisley liked to think herself very scene aware. "Don't let me hold you up, hmm? I'm sure you have better company to keep." In a platonic gesture, she gently tapped his wrist and urged him along with that same smile she'd held for him all along.
That left Lorelei and Ricardo (if John took her suggestion for him to go mingle with someone more in his league), and for some reason, it felt very awkward. Yet, she also didn't want to leave the pair by themselves. That would break some serious girl code. She didn't really know Ricardo, aside from the fact that he's always been very quiet and kept to himself. It wasn't as if she hadn't noticed that he might appear in all the same places Lorelei frequents from time to time, it was just that it hadn't been a serious enough issue for her to care.
Curious, though. Very curious. It would be good for Lorelei to have some kind of companionship, and even some sort of protection against the nasty treatment of Adrien, but there were plenty of rumors to suggest that he might not be all that different.