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sweetpinkpixie · 12-26-2022, 03:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Though, on saying there were a lack of interesting people present....

When Sachiko walked in, Florrie's brain stood to attention. Her manicured hand maintained the slow movement of pushing her salad around her plate, and her face remained impassive and uninterested, but something behind her eyes lit up. In the world Florrie lived, in the circles she orbited - always on the periphery, never quite making it inside - someone like Sachiko was the definition of interesting.

With celebrities - and models, in particular - Florrie harboured a strange resentment alongside her admiration. Jealous that someone literally got paid to look good, it was easy to ignore any work they had to do, especially given that they were paid to make it look effortless. And as she obsessively compared herself to those on the pages of the magazine she worked at, it was a feeling heightened when she met them in person.

Her eyebrow quirked upwards as she watched the supermodel put some towels down, mentally noting that a cleaning charm would have no doubt done a better job. It was Sachiko's remark about the staff that had her emitting a short laugh, though. Not because it was necessarily funny (but to ingratiate herself with someone like this, Florrie would pretend that they were the first comedian to grace the planet if that was what it took), but because she just looked so ridiculous in this setting. "I believe the trolls work in the kitchen, actually," she offered in response, finally pushing away the untouched salad.

It was a cruel and unnecessary comment, but Florrie was often reminded that she was a cruel and unnecessary woman.

A wand WOULD make quick and efficient work of things IF someone were carrying it on their person - which she certainly was not and may or may not have misplaced it in her London penthouse after a night of languorous experimentation with a certain Veela bad habit of hers. In any event, her wand was not with her and it was just as well considering the short fuse she was sitting on. The fans of reluctant yet meaningful nostalgia only serving to fan it.

If only she had intended to be funny. It was quite the serious accusation and laughter hardly stroked Sachiko's already infuriatingly inflated ego. "Please," she rolled her eyes in response to the blonde's comment. "I feel like that is an insult to trolls somehow," she sighed dramatically as she reached for the cutlery on the table to check out her hair and makeup in her reflection. Of course it was cloudy and not at all the fine silver HER kitchen and dining were stocked with - not that she really utilized her kitchen all that often. Yes, she was going to ignore that she had made essentially the same insult about this establishment went it came to cleanliness and no she would not be acknowledging this fact.

Features slightly contorted, she returned the spoon to the top of the table and inspected the fork once more before concluding that it was not acceptable and snapped her fingers for the wait staff. "I am not sure what sort of business the current owner of this establishment thinks they are running, but see to it that the dishwashing staff gets it together. I require new silverware. This is all littered with water stains." Dismissing the tragically mousy waitress with a sharp wave, Sachiko pushed her salad aside and leaned forward slightly to smell her rice pudding. "At least this smells like it should."

Ugh. The pain of longing and missing yonder years of a youth since shattered and tainted, the simpler times. Gross.

12-26-2022, 03:37 PM	#10 (permalink)
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