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WHO: Irma Perkins [THUMBELINA] and Cordelia Bradford-Smith [RAVEN]
WHAT: Cordie has to be her grandma's yarn bitch, so off she goes to The Frogged Pond. Moments of ~special~ ensue!
WHEN: Today, perhaps in the early afternoon. Basically, around the time Irma needs a smoke break.
WHERE: The Frogged Pond
RATING: Even if Irma is in the shop, her tongue is not guaranteed to be tamed. R, just in case!
She needed a smoke break a hour ago, but contrary to popular belief, Irma Perkins had found that being the boss did not mean you could always make the rules. New hires meant she was short until she could start training, which was looking to be Monday, and so she had been posted at the register longer than was sane and good and kind for a person to be on a Saturday afternoon. Norma had taken off for God-knew-where at around eleven to get "errands" done to "address her needs." Needs?! Irma was this close to shrieking about Norma about her fucking needs once she got back, honest to fucking --
And then there was the ding of the bell, and Irma crossed her legs all prissy-like on the stool and smiled to the new entry. Perhaps pretending that she loved her job right now would help her forget the sudden need to look like the chimney at Saint Peter's post-Pope. "Hello!" she managed; the pulling at her skirt was helping. "Tell me if you need any help, honey, okay?"
The resemblance to her third grade Sunday School teacher was more than a little disturbing.