Willow and Goldy step though the Bar door and into Willow's small Italian flat. Willow consults a list for the things that need to be accomplished in this one short day
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Valentino3rdtimeluckyJanuary 31 2008, 05:12:08 UTC
Valentino is a classy wedding boutique. A few tourists mill about the discount racks near the store front, but for the most part the clientèle consists of upper class Italian women. They aren't seeking a bargain. They're here for the top quality merchandise and the ultra-professional customer service.
"Ugh! Are you fucking kidding me? My ass looks gigantic in this."
The refined atmosphere is ruptured, not for the first time in the past half an hour, by the uncultured squawking of one Goldilocks. She's in a fitting room at this particular juncture, with Willow waiting patiently outside.
"I'm not coming out. This one's just too disgusting. You don't need to see me in it."
"Y'know, maybe it's the mirror, you might look fabulous and just not quite be able to see it. If you let me come in, I might be able to give the mirror a tweak..."
She rolls her eyes and glances around, hoping that they're not going to be killed by a mob of angry women wielding dress hangers.
The Piper3rdtimeluckyFebruary 19 2008, 04:25:45 UTC
The Piper nightclub on Via Tagliamento is a major magnet for Rome's well-heeled youth. A leitmotiv of trendy house music thumps around the interior, inciting crowds of customers to make their moves on the smoky laser-strewn dance floors. Around the perimeter, less energetic guests relax on black-lit couches, fraternizing over fancy cocktails and expensive import beers
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"SHOUTING MAKES PEOPLE'S THROATS DRY! AND WHEN THEY CAN'T BE HEARD, PEOPLE DRINK MORE! AND RESORT TO DANCING INSTEAD OF TALKING! WHICH MAKES THEM EVEN THIRSTIER!"
As commercially manipulative as nightclub ownership may be in Goldy's opinion, she's not making a stand against the oppression. In fact, she's embracing it, as evidenced by the tipsy grin on her face and the giant top shelf margarita in her fist. The drink is certainly not her first of the evening.
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She sounds flippant. Especially so in the wake of Willow's high-strung babbling.
"Then we can scout for some new Spring and Summer wear for me."
Way to defeat the main purpose of the trip, Goldy.
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"I've been shopping through Bar from magazines for the past few years, excepting our last trip. I'm a bit out of practice."
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"Ugh! Are you fucking kidding me? My ass looks gigantic in this."
The refined atmosphere is ruptured, not for the first time in the past half an hour, by the uncultured squawking of one Goldilocks. She's in a fitting room at this particular juncture, with Willow waiting patiently outside.
"I'm not coming out. This one's just too disgusting. You don't need to see me in it."
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She rolls her eyes and glances around, hoping that they're not going to be killed by a mob of angry women wielding dress hangers.
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Nevertheless, the catch clicks back on the fitting room door, allowing Willow access, if not explicitly inviting her in.
"What is this anyway? Dress number six?"
That would be correct. They been in the bridal store for all this time, and they haven't even started looking for wedding dresses yet.
"Guh. There's got to be something that flatters me in this store."
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She slips into the stall and looks at the dress.
"It's not unflattering at all! You look lovely."
Okay, the colour isn't great and the style could use some tweaking, but it's not hideous.
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Willow reluctantly puts away her phone and looks at the glitterati around them.
"I NEVER ENTIRELY UNDERSTOOD THE POINT OF LOUD CLUBS LIKE THIS, NO ONE CAN HEAR ANYONE ELSE!"
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"SHOUTING MAKES PEOPLE'S THROATS DRY! AND WHEN THEY CAN'T BE HEARD, PEOPLE DRINK MORE! AND RESORT TO DANCING INSTEAD OF TALKING! WHICH MAKES THEM EVEN THIRSTIER!"
As commercially manipulative as nightclub ownership may be in Goldy's opinion, she's not making a stand against the oppression. In fact, she's embracing it, as evidenced by the tipsy grin on her face and the giant top shelf margarita in her fist. The drink is certainly not her first of the evening.
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