RP: Out on the Town

[shh_rita]

Date: 22 August 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Irma pince, anyone else?
Location: Five Alarm
Status: Public-ish
Summary: Rita and Irma catch up over drinks
Completion: Incomplete

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[shh_irma]

Irma's day had been long, as usual. She had managed to get home to freshen up before heading out to meet Rita.

Heading up to the bar, she smiled a bit when she saw her friend. "Hello Rita. You're looking well. What is it you're drinking?"

[shh_rita]

Rita smiled and lifted her glass as Irma approached. "Hello, darling. Thankyou. You're looking rather well yourself." She glanced at the drink in her hand. "It's a martini. I find I'm rather in the mood." She laid it down on the bar. "I don't know if you'll like it, if you've never had one - not with your sweet tooth - but you can try it if you like."

She tossed a curl from her eyes, let her eyes roam the bar for a moment, then looked back at Irma. "Long day, or reasonable one?"

[shh_irma]

"I'll just have a sherry," Irma said. "I'm not up for experimenting tonight."

She nodded. "I suppose it could be termed as long, yes. But there's something satisfying about it, as well. I feel useful. Satisfying. When I'm done with it, for the day, that is. But how have you been?"

[shh_rita]

"What a shame," Rita replied with a sly little smile, then cleared her throat.

Right. Moving on.

She nodded. "There is something satisfying about a productive day. I'll be glad when I get this Prophet out. I'll be even gladder when I have some staff to be getting it done on a daily basis."

At the question, her smile broadened. "Oh, I've had a fascinating few days. You'll never guess." She leaned forward and laid a hand on Irma's arm as though sharing a confession. "I'm pregnant, darling." Then laughed. "According to local gossip, anyway."

[shh_rita]

Rita had the grace to look apologetic. "I... well... it's not supposed to go that quiet!"

At the next, though, she smiled, even though there were a few quite contrary emotions warring in her - happy for Irma, of course; rather intrigued by the mental image of her naked and spread out across a bed, arching her back in abandon; and jealousy, a vague irritation that Caradoc had managed what Rita had been trying for so long, and in France, too, the very country Rita had taken her to and where she'd failed, once again, to make Irma want her.

The look she shot the other patrons would have frozen the souls of anyone who dared judge her, and pride followed the other feelings. Yes, there was nothing to be ashamed of, and she should damn well let them know that.

"Good," she said, eventually, though she was aware the word was woefully inadequate for describing her thoughts. "I'm... well. From that smile, I trust it was more than satisfactory. I trust you won't be needing that personal ad anymore, then." She chuckled.

[shh_irma]

"No," Irma acknowledged Rita's words after a moment. "Not at this presise moment, no."

[shh_rita]

Rita couldn't tell if Irma was irritated with her or not, so she chose to ignore what had just happened. Honestly, sex was nothing to be ashamed of, even if public discussion was slightly crass.

"I take it you like the city, then? It's hard place not to fall in love with. I take it Caradoc took you to places I didn't?"

Oh, Merlin, her wording. Rita held back a chuckled with great effort.

[shh_irma]

"There were books," Irma said with a small smile, relieved to get back to a normal topic, and remembering how she had checked out both a branch or two of the national library, as well as some bookshops. "It was a different view than you presented. I plan to go back, both to explore the Louvre, and to explore some of the shops."