Stop the presses; it's official. Rae didn't like being sick. Not one bit. Her throat hurt and she felt achy all over- not at all like her usual self
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"Do you like it?" she says brightly, and turning to show it off to advantage. "I just love the feel of satin against the skin, don't you? Almost as good as fur."
"And no." Her smile is bright, though perhaps part of the brightness in her eyes is fever. "I'm just fine. Just a little under the weather."
Turning quickly away, she's caught by a fit of coughing - she can't help it - and it doesn't sound like it's the first such fit. There is much clearing of the throat and delicate tucking of hair back behind her ear, afterwards. "I'm sure it'll clear up by tonight. It's has to."
Rae grimaces slightly, rubbing her aching, chilled arms. "I'd planned to make apple turnovers, tonight. And I can't be hacking my head off while messing with people's food. Nick would be furious."
For a moment just a look of confusion answers him.
Seriously, who's Nick?
But then, a try for a bright smile again. It's faltery, and cycles through shades of false joy, dislike and hidden fear before stabilizing. "Nick's the owner of the Scarlet Peacock. He's letting me live in one of his apartments."
"Oh that's Nick's club," she says, blinking at him, wide-eyed. She continues, hesitantly, "I'm supposed to sing there tonight..." Is she? "...after the party."
Nervousness suffused even the smile on her face. And not just nervousness. It's more a kind of fluttering need to stay smiling brightly and on top of things, with fear and desperation waiting in the wings. "No one's going to want to hear me coughing through the songs."
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"And no." Her smile is bright, though perhaps part of the brightness in her eyes is fever. "I'm just fine. Just a little under the weather."
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"I'm not completely convinced," he admits.
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Rae grimaces slightly, rubbing her aching, chilled arms. "I'd planned to make apple turnovers, tonight. And I can't be hacking my head off while messing with people's food. Nick would be furious."
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Wasn't her boss called Charlie?
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Seriously, who's Nick?
But then, a try for a bright smile again. It's faltery, and cycles through shades of false joy, dislike and hidden fear before stabilizing. "Nick's the owner of the Scarlet Peacock. He's letting me live in one of his apartments."
Wait, doesn't she live upstairs from Yolande?
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"Of course she is."
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Nervousness suffused even the smile on her face. And not just nervousness. It's more a kind of fluttering need to stay smiling brightly and on top of things, with fear and desperation waiting in the wings. "No one's going to want to hear me coughing through the songs."
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"Oh no, you're the best baker I know!"
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"Wait... what? Oh man, my head..." Lightheaded doesn't even cover it.
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