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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[ooc: Is it too late to tag in? We can always try again later, if so.]
The bespectacled Kate Barlow has moved from the Bar to a seat close by, frowning over a cup of roasted loose-leaf organic green tea, after resisting the urge to order a dirty martini.
She notices Rae, and self-consciously adjusts her glasses.
"Wow! You look like a movie star," she says, with a shy smile.
Sunshine, or Delysia, beams at her. "It is wonderful, isn't it? A friend of mine designed it - his designs are famous, really the hot thing these days. Others would have you trussed up in so much whalebone that you might as well have fins, but not him. No one understands a woman's body like Joe does."
Said complete with sly giggle and wink.
"He can work wonders." Though perhaps that last comment is said with a bit of a glance to what Kate is wearing.
"What - Joe?" She looks startled but amused, before bursting into giggles. "Oh no no no. Not at all. I just enjoy his fashion shows, is all, and his sense of taste. I'm friends with him and his fiancée. Edyth is such a doll."
Her giggles subside with, "No, Joe is just a friend. Besides, he's much too old for me."
Nick almost is, too, but then he's the one she works for and who's given her use of his apartment, and pays for all her clothes.
She laughs when ... when ... golly, she can't seem to latch onto the other woman's name. But she does know her, doesn't she? Or was that part of the dreams?
"Well, still. It's nice having friends in high places. Um. What was your name?"
"Really?" The bright smile is slightly confused. "But honey, how are people supposed to know there's a woman hiding in that thing? If we were back in London, I'd take you to see Edyth right away."
"Well, I wouldn't call it ashamed," she says, playing with the ends of one pleated pigtail. "It's just that I get teased a lot. I like who I am; and what do they know, you know? I'm... fun."
If not painfully shy.
"Maybe not London-fun, but... definitely not Hoboken either."
The bespectacled Kate Barlow has moved from the Bar to a seat close by, frowning over a cup of roasted loose-leaf organic green tea, after resisting the urge to order a dirty martini.
She notices Rae, and self-consciously adjusts her glasses.
"Wow! You look like a movie star," she says, with a shy smile.
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"Oh! Dear, you're too kind!"
Ignore the obvious posing.
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"No, really. That gown looks divine."
The satin makes the frumpy thing Kate's wearing look like a burlap sack.
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Said complete with sly giggle and wink.
"He can work wonders." Though perhaps that last comment is said with a bit of a glance to what Kate is wearing.
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She flushes, laughing awkwardly, and tips her focus to the floor.
"He must be quite the ladies man."
She picks at her sweater-coat.
"Unless he's your...?"
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Her giggles subside with, "No, Joe is just a friend. Besides, he's much too old for me."
Nick almost is, too, but then he's the one she works for and who's given her use of his apartment, and pays for all her clothes.
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She laughs when ... when ... golly, she can't seem to latch onto the other woman's name. But she does know her, doesn't she? Or was that part of the dreams?
"Well, still. It's nice having friends in high places. Um. What was your name?"
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Like 'delicious.'
"Delysia LaFosse," she says as she holds out a hand to shake.
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She beams, and reaches for the shake. She's a little warm to the touch.
"I'm Valerie. Um, I think?" she laughs. "Valerie Veran."
Beat.
"You know, I -- I design a little myself. I made this."
The sweater-coat is a horrendous splash of color that swallows up any trace of a womanly figure.
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She simpers.
"You live in London?"
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"Oh yes! It's the most marvelous city in the world."
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If not painfully shy.
"Maybe not London-fun, but... definitely not Hoboken either."
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