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by PixieCP on Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:38 am
Fiona had spent 15 minutes hiding under the counter top while Merry fended off her suiter. Darryl was a nice enough guy, but tenacious as hell and wasn't realising that no meant no even when delivered gently and politely. What, was the guy starved for attention that he would attatch himself slave-like to the first kindly ankle? She'd felt a bit sorry for him, so had been nice when he'd shuffled in, embaressed and looking for flowers for his mother's birthday. He'd left with flowers and a massive crush on the girl who arranged them. Merry was very understanding about it, even though she loved to tease Fiona about it. After they'd shut up shop and cleaned up, Merry had pulled her neice up the stairs to the apartment they shared above the shop.
"I've realised something terrible. You've lived here a month, and I still haven't taken you to Bloody Mary's. It's wonderful fun, and you only have to keep the glamours up against humans. They have Sweet Water!" Merry enthused. Fiona's ears pricked up at the mention of Sweet Water. It was a favourite of Feys, even though humans and other supernaturals couldn't pick up the taste. Something about it just reacted with Feys, leaving a tingle down the throat and a bright fuzzy feeling. It also didn't get you blind or hungover like alcohol did. Fiona had experienced alcohol and decided that it was nothing to write home about. She'd heard Bloody Mary's catered to vampires and by secret extension other minorities, but she didn't think they'd have that. Especially since the damn stuff came all the way from Ireland.
"Promise you won't go leaving me all alone in the bar with all the big bad hot vampires?" Fiona asked, her voice developing a lisp as she dropped her chin and fluttered her lashes. Merry raised her chin imperiously.
"Quit trying to glamour me, I'm far too old for such tricks," she declared loftily.
"Yeah, so old, seeing as you're Dad's baby sister by 80 years," Fiona teased. She ducked her aunt's swipe and danced into her bedroom. There was a standing closet with drawers in the bottom in the corner, and a mirror hung on the door. Next to it was the window and across from it was a small table. Hung in the window were a number of light catchers, casting rainbows over the ceiling. Merry leaned in the doorway by the headboard, watching Fiona free her fine hair and disentagle the ribbon from it.
"Hellion."
"Yup. Dress code?" Fiona pulled open the closet and began to eye the options.
"Sexy."
"Haha."
"Dark, sweety, fangbangers go there." she warned.
"Great, wonderful, so I get all the little twits fed Anne Rice asking me why I don't wear black," Fiona scoffed. Merry laughed and left to go get dressed herself. Fiona eyed her options, then pulled out a pair of black denim capri, followed by a deep purple top that shimmered with black threads through it, the fabric floating around her slim frame. It needed a black tank underneath since it gaped from navel to collar, the cuffs gathering the fabric in around her elbows. She brushed her hair out and applied makeup, a bit of liner and mascara, and glamoured her eyebrows a touch darker, holding it up against any, human or not, before digging out her ankle boots. She stepped out of her room to meet Merry in the hallway, equally snazzy.
"Ready to go dazzle the population?" Fiona asked.
"No, they'll be all over you, they've gotten used to my natural glamour!" Merry laughed as they left.
"Yay, biters, whoot. Then I can wear lots of lovely scarves to hide the marks."
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