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[filmstarbeauty]

The clothes have a way of making the girl. Having picked up a pair of cute yellow heels from the clothes box she was partially attempting to break them in. These shoes were definitely worth the effort, even if she probably had a few gray hairs from the whole thing but that wasn't the point

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[halfafinger]

Margot's fur coat was proof against any rain. In fact, it was a welcome departure for her from the usual heat of the island. The only bad thing about it was it reminded her of home.

Her shoulders were only a little damp when she came across the woman stamping her feet at the sky.

"Don't throw anything at it," she said. "It'll just come back down. Wet."

[filmstarbeauty]

"And most likely broken," Blair said lowering her arms. She was in no mood to keep up the pretense that she could fight inanimate objects and win. Not even Mother Nature would sway to her desire to have hair that didn't resemble a wild animal.

The woman's full length fur coat was a bold move, but she had seen worse and uglier on crazy ladies who didn't know how to properly apply lipliner. Besides, who was she to judge? "But wet is the growing trend these days. So oh well."

[halfafinger]

"Bad smoking weather," Margot sighed. She usually wasn't so talkative, but what else did she have to do these days? She was nearly out of cigarettes - had been for a while, keeping her last pack safe and smoking island-rolled tobacco instead - and one could only drink so much alcohol before one became sick of it. Small talk, therefore, became one's only resort.

It was sad. But Margot wasn't a happy person, so it worked.

[filmstarbeauty]

"And they don't let you smoke inside anywhere good these days."

Despite her nonsmoker tendencies, Blair had been known to light up from time to time. Mostly when feeling as though life on the Upper East Side was going to make her throw herself off the Chrysler building or she was feeling particularly French.

Audrey had done it, why couldn't she? "Health codes or something silly like that."

[halfafinger]

"It's more fun if you do it in secret." Though really, that wasn't the reason Margot had started smoking. Who knew what the real reason was? Not even her, probably.

[filmstarbeauty]

"Most things are."

Like drinking for reasons not worth celebrating and eating the last of the leftovers in the fridge. Fun might not be the word that Blair was looking for, but the feelings definitely were better.

"Classier too, I suspect."

[halfafinger]

"Probably." This place had no class whatsoever, so Margot didn't have a problem with smoking in public. Her fingers were already itching to roll a cigarette, but there was no point, in the rain. The tobacco would just get damp and taste even more foul than it usually did.

"I'm Margot," she added absently.

[filmstarbeauty]

Given that class was about as hard to find around as a tourist free Fifth Avenue after Memorial Day, Blair didn't think that was something to worry about.

"Blair." These were the kinds of conversations that she missed. The ones that were not meaningful or anything like that. It was refreshing.

[halfafinger]

"Been here long?" Margot asked idly, not sounding particularly interested. But then again, she rarely sounded interested in anything.

[filmstarbeauty]

"Far too long."

Which had been four hours as far as she was concerned, but putting an actual length on it gave her the creeps.

"You?"

[halfafinger]

Margot had to actually think about it. At some point, the days had all started to blend together and she'd stopped keeping track. What did it matter in the end, anyway?

"About nine months." The same length of time as a pregnancy. There was probably something ironic or amusing about that.

[filmstarbeauty]

"How charmingly awkward."

It was a strange amount of time, but that was Blair's own bias against the various scares and scandals that had rocked her world over the various years of her childhood. Tapping her foot in an almost bored tone, she shrugged. "Not as long as it could have been."