Gray was seated, crisp linen napkin laid over her grey-suited knees by the time Rose made her way over to the table; distracting every male diner from the softly muted chat of the room. She was also wearing jeans, but on reflection, she did not look nearly so much like a raddled hooker from the Dutch red light district, more a baby prostitute with pretensions, or someone too fond of 'Pretty Woman'. Still, she was late - even if it was under a minute, and as the waiter drew out Rose's chair for her, Grey's smile was sharp
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Hand reaching into her pocket, one lucky grandfather got himself a phone number as the girl passed various tables, giving the man a not-so-subtle wink. But fun, games, and a possibly new client base was rapidly cut off by the knees the moment she sat down and Gay opened her mouth. "DarJEELING? What the fu-"
Apparently, darjeeling was the least of her worries as orders were rattled off, abruptly ending her exclaim. Thanks, Gay. Thanks a fucking lot. Rolling her eyes through the demands that very firmly made it understood that this meeting was just going to be a barrel of fucking LAUGHS, this cake had to be the best fucking thing she'd tasted, or she was heading straight out the door. "Adams. Adams, Adams, Adams." Tsking as she finished her verbal diorrhea, it was time for the girl to make HERSELF clear, "Gotten tetchy in you old age, haven't you? Let ME make something clear, I don't take orders from anyone not holding a fu-" Pause. "whip."
"Pity, Gay," whoops. Did she ACCIDENTALLY forget a letter somewhere in there? How TERRIBLE, "you look like you could use some extra-curricular activities." Not to mention, it would have been nice to be able to throw weaponry, instead of off-hand quips about her lacking sex life.
A yawn was feigned as the woman mentioned school. Jesus fucking CHRIST, didn't she have babies to hug or something? Talking about tertiary education was possibly about as exciting as conversing with BG Bitch Guts Rainbows Fly Out Of My Anal Orifice. "Please. I can bang old men and get paid for it, I'm not about to do it for free unless there's something in it for me." Looking smug as silence filled the table next to them, certain parts of that sentence (bang, for instance) may have been emphasized for that very outcome. You could take the girl out of the trailer park, but you couldn't take the trailer park out of the girl, it seemed. "And I'm getting a degree. What's more to tell?"
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Apparently, darjeeling was the least of her worries as orders were rattled off, abruptly ending her exclaim. Thanks, Gay. Thanks a fucking lot. Rolling her eyes through the demands that very firmly made it understood that this meeting was just going to be a barrel of fucking LAUGHS, this cake had to be the best fucking thing she'd tasted, or she was heading straight out the door. "Adams. Adams, Adams, Adams." Tsking as she finished her verbal diorrhea, it was time for the girl to make HERSELF clear, "Gotten tetchy in you old age, haven't you? Let ME make something clear, I don't take orders from anyone not holding a fu-" Pause. "whip."
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A yawn was feigned as the woman mentioned school. Jesus fucking CHRIST, didn't she have babies to hug or something? Talking about tertiary education was possibly about as exciting as conversing with BG Bitch Guts Rainbows Fly Out Of My Anal Orifice. "Please. I can bang old men and get paid for it, I'm not about to do it for free unless there's something in it for me." Looking smug as silence filled the table next to them, certain parts of that sentence (bang, for instance) may have been emphasized for that very outcome. You could take the girl out of the trailer park, but you couldn't take the trailer park out of the girl, it seemed. "And I'm getting a degree. What's more to tell?"
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