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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 15, 2010 21:30:59 GMT -5
"Oh, it's a blast," Penny said with a floppy wave of her paw. Was she already not moving properly? Wow that alcohol was starting to do a number on her. Tomorrow was going to be a bit hellish getting up in the morning, wasn't it? Oh well. At least it was a good night.
So she didn't have a job. The Esterberry was a bit surprised. Helena seemed more than competent, she was certainly pretty, and she was well spoken. She could probably walk into any establishment and get a job with her charm alone.
"Read into them all you like, I'm an open book," She said with a toothy grin. Perhaps it was a little too toothy and awkward looking. Her smiles weren't exactly pretty. "Eh well, you're not missing anything being jobless. I would be too if I was still back in Esterberry. It's hard to get a job there without a degree in the proper fields."
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Post by Bee on Nov 19, 2010 21:37:13 GMT -5
Helena grinned back at her, feeling a little coquettish and letting it show, and said, "Fair warning then; reading gives me ideas." And variable amounts of alcohol converted them to action. Sexual transmutation? Interesting.
When she smiled, it occurred to her for the first time that night, through the pleasant haze of alcohol and excitement, that Penny was not a conventionally attractive woman, but the thought fled as soon as it had arrived. She loved a pretty face as much as the next person (and chased them with glee), but her brain had a remarkable ability to conjure cute--and as far as she was concerned, her new friend was adorable, and that was the end of that.
"That sounds like an awful lot of...effort," she said, amused. The idea of having a degree was intriguing, for all that it might only be most useful in Esterberry. She thought childishly that it would be something none of her siblings had. But she didn't think she had the dedication for that sort of thing, or a deep enough interest in something to study it for years--except things like Simcha, and that obviously probably wasn't all that respected. She took another drink and considered. "Though I suppose less for me, now. I've got a handy cheat."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 19, 2010 23:29:50 GMT -5
"Ideas?" Petunia said with with a tilt of her head. She had to grab the table to prevent herself from slipping on the chair. What was in her drink again? She righted herself and decided to take the next few drinks slowly. "I like the sound of that."
Oh education. A small sigh escaped the Esterberry as she found herself staring at the woman. If she could have read thoughts she would have been over joyed at the notion alone that someone thought she was cute. As it was she simply figure that Helena was way out of her league.
"It is, I guess. I always found school to be easy. The only hard part was picking a major, which can be just about anything. I picked the wrong one, but the great thing is I can always go back to school for "free" education in a couple of years." She perked at the mention of a handy cheat. [color=indigo"Oh, what sort of cheat are you talking about?"[/color]
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Post by Bee on Nov 26, 2010 21:19:58 GMT -5
Well, if she was misreading signs at this point, she was no longer going to blame herself for it. Her night had the chance to end up even better than it was looking right now, which was pretty damn ace, and she was going to steer it that direction.
The worst that could happen was a slap in the face and a restraining order.
Actually the worst that could happen was death, but that was pretty much true for all life situations.
"You'll like their execution even better," she said, teasingly, sliding a hand over and gently squeezing her thigh.
"And it's nothing spectacular, but it's been pretty useful. I can touch a book and instantly absorb everything in it. I can only do it once a day, so everything else just has to be read normally, but if you pick the right book..." She pointed a finger at her noggin. "It's all still up there. It's filed away, mostly, I think, but it's easy to pull out, and the weirdest things can trigger the weirdest little bits of information. It's still pretty much cheating though," she said, brightly.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 26, 2010 22:51:44 GMT -5
Petunia wobbled a bit in her seat. She blinked with a bit of surprise at the gently squeezing of the other woman. That was what she had meant earlier. Ha well. She was game for that. A small half laugh escaped the Esterberry. "I think you're right about that."
Her eyebrows perked when the woman started to talk about her power. That was epic. And she couldn't think of an Esterberry who wouldn't have mauled someone for that sort of power. "That's amazing!" Petunia said nearly falling off of her chair. Uh, probably not a good idea. She cleared her throat and sat down firmly. She didn't want to take a spill right now. "You could probably finish a proper four year education in three months potentially. That is assuming they let you skip all the classes and just took the finals. Unless you had a professor who didn't use books... but really you could cut it down quite a bit."
"You're the most amazing person I've ever met in the city, you know that?"
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Post by Bee on Jun 30, 2011 3:39:23 GMT -5
Helena reached out a hand to help Penny steady herself but the other woman had already stabilized. She thought Penny could probably cultivate that kind of magic on her own; it was just a Jack ability, not something as complex as tornadoes of fire or her little sister's bizarre skill set.
Breezing though an education...it did sound appealing, admittedly. She might even be able to stick it out, if it weren't going to take years and years. Especially if she really could find people who shared her interests, who were maybe as friendly as Penny. Her focus shifted then, to her other immediate concern.
"You must have set the bar pretty low then," Helena replied, grinning. Damn but she was in a good mood; if only she could feel this way all the time, she could accomplish so many things, scores of them, all of them. Maybe go to Esterberry..."Not that I'm above capitalizing on it. You're pretty great yourself. The first good conversation I've had in a while." And she sort of didn't want it to be the last. But that might be an issue for another moment. She was thinking too far ahead, and the alcohol was making the future rather cloudy.
Actually, she rationalized, it might be a good idea to relocate before complex series of movements were beyond them. Giving in to impulse, she said, "You should come over. The furniture is harder to fall out of at my house, I promise."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 30, 2011 19:53:15 GMT -5
The canine mix frowned a bit at the comment concerning her bar being set low. Was it? Pondering seemed to be a difficult task at the moment. Petunia was fairly certain that that wasn't the case, and most of the people in the city were boring as hell or dumb as bricks. A delighted grin slipped onto her face at the mention of monopolizing her time.
"Conversation is something I can't have with most people in the city," she managed to say with a bit of a delay thanks to her fuzzy head. How much alcohol had she chugged? Her speech was slower than she would have liked, just so she could say everything properly. "You're delightful and have finesse that people severely lack around here, so I think you're above most people's bars. Unless, you know they have a stick up their ass."
Her ears perked at the comment of going over to Helena's place. That would be nice, and considering how her coordination was slowly fluttering away it would be better to do things sooner rather than later. "That... would be nice," Petunia hesitated, "You wouldn't mind having me over?"
It seemed to good to be true. Could someone as pretty and interesting as this actually want to be seen with her?
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Post by Bee on Jul 14, 2011 13:35:46 GMT -5
“Of course not,” Helena said. She was certainly not any kind of trouble Helena was not happy to entertain. She hopped off her chair in a bound of sudden energy. The enthusiastic motion was probably a bad idea as it caused her to sway and misstep a little, but she didn’t fall over and she considered that success enough for this stage of the evening. She grabbed the chair for a moment to steady herself. “In fact I think the character of my house would be much improved.”
The Simchavoice in her head gave a minor wheeze of objection, either to the jostling movement or the prospect of a guest, but she quieted a moment later, and Helena concluded that her opposition had been to her alcohol-supplemented reflexes. They did leave a little to be desired.
Was there something she was forgetting? Oh, right. The tab. She waved someone over and made short work of the bill. There! Now they could leave without having committed grievous theft. She grinned at Penny. “Shall we?”
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 25, 2011 16:00:25 GMT -5
Penny watched the woman stand, wishing that her own reflexes weren't so impaired. The harder she tried to think the fuzzier her head felt. It took her a bit of effort to get out of her own chair without face planting into the ground. Next time she decided to drink she'd make sure to drink less. Tomorrow she was going to have a hangover, and she'd have to go to work. Wonderful.
Her ears dropped a bit when Helena managed to catch the tab before she did. The woman was fantastic at handling herself when it came to alcohol, apparently she'd done this plenty of times.
"Yes. Let's," Petunia said with a rather goofy grin. Her walk wasn't as steady as she would have hoped. Four legs did help, she couldn't imagine trying to walk if she had her bipedal form and was like this. At least this time she wouldn't get a broken jaw from making snarky comments at a passerby. She was going to spend the night with a pretty woman, who had a rabbit, and was every Esterberries dream.
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Post by Bee on Aug 11, 2011 22:54:20 GMT -5
When Helena woke in the morning it was just a shade before sunrise--perhaps a little after six, and clock confirmed her suspicions. She had very little eyesight left and it was probably just as well; light was only going to hurt her brain. Her head felt as though someone had tenderly and lovingly trounced it with a shovel. She had an inconsistent relationship with hangovers--a lot of the time she could avoid them--but today was destined to be no such day.
A pity, she thought. But the night had been well worth it. She rolled over and tapped Penny on the shoulder. "Hey," she said. "What time do you need to be at work?"
She was actually quite in favor of neither of them getting up and doing anything with their day, but she didn't want the Esterberry to be late. That would just be severe rudeness.
"Actually," she whispered, because suddenly thoughts worked, "it's Saturday, forget I said anything and don't wake up." She pressed a clumsy kiss to her forehead, rolled back over, and fell immediately back to sleep.
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