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Rose Zeller ([info]_rose_) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-05 15:11:00

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Entry tags:character: rose zeller, character: susan bones, status: complete

RP: Need to talk
Who: Susan and Rose
What: Susan wants to talk
Where: Rose’s flat
When: Friday, 5. September - afternoon
Rating: NSFW – Language, probably


Susan’s sudden urge to gossip had Rose a little on edge. Sure, Susan could take care of herself, but she wasn’t prone to dramatics like this, so while she waited for her friend to show up, Rose busied herself with shading the drawing of a sleeping Vasile that she had started before going to Peru. She took a step back to get a better idea of how it was going, taking a bite out of the mamaliga ball with smoked sausage she’d picked up for lunch from a Muggle Romanian restaurant. Not too bad, the drawing that was, the food was delicious as always, though she quickly washed it down with the wine she had poured when there was a knock on the door.

Opening the door, she simply quirked a concerned eyebrow at Susan and held the door open so she could come inside. Susan knew how to make herself comfortable. “You alright? What happened?”



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[info]_rose_
2014-09-11 11:25 pm UTC (link)
Rose paused for a moment, then sputtered a laugh at the joke, that hadn’t really been funny, except it had, because she had said that, and for some reason that just made it exceptionally funny. She didn’t even notice the ease with which she tilted her head back and downed the shot she had just been given. “It’s țuică,” she said. “Tzwee-ka,” she enunciated, slowly. “Good dick,” she agreed raising a finger to point that out, “elegant fingers and broad shoulders, and she needs good boobs and long legs. Long legs. Oh, and pouty lips, just a little to…” Rose pouted her lips slightly, just showing the sort of sultriness she liked in a woman’s lips.

“Also,” Rose repeated, mimicking Susan when she leaned forward to hear what she had to say. She squinted slightly at her friend, trying to determine what she was getting at, then held up a finger. “First of al- well, Dennis at work. He’s always at work, so no surprise there, but first of all, you couldn’t secretly be Dennis, because he does not have that interest and appreciation for witches that you do. And second, if you say that Rolf’s the lovely person you could see me with, I say try again, because everybody knows that, so no surprise there. Let’s be original here.”

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[info]susanamybones
2014-09-12 03:31 pm UTC (link)
Rose's laugh brought out another laugh in Susan, which then resulted in more laughter from Rose. For several minutes they sat there, drinking their shots and laughing, with tears streaming down their eyes. "Tzwee-ka means good dick? No wonder I like drinking it!" She watched Rose pull a sexy face, and guffawed quietly. "Kissy kissy," she said, dissolving into a fresh wave of laughter.

She pouted ridiculously, crushed that Dennis was at work. He was one of her favourites and she remembered him fondly from her DA days. "Silly Dennis, he should be here drinking țuică with us, not running across the rooftops of London like Blurcock Moans," she frowned, that wans't right. "Blurcock Moans," she tried again, "Sherlock Jones? Derfrock Holmes? Sherlock Bones! Anyway he should not be reporting but drinking." Her logic was severely drunk but made perfect sense to her. She waved her hand dismissively. "Everyone knows you two are perfect for one another. Everryone! I know it," she pointed at herself, "Dennis knows it, you know it, he knows it," she pointed at a cupboard, "Rolf doesn't but that's because he is silly. Everyone knows. Except Rolf."

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[info]_rose_
2014-09-12 08:31 pm UTC (link)
“Nooo,” Rose cried; she had only just managed to barely get her laughter under control when Susan messed everything up and Rose once again found herself gasping for air, clutching her still aching ribs while wiping tears off her cheeks. “S’plum brandy, but good dick good!” Which made perfect sense to her and then she was lost again when Susan made a kissy face.

“Sherlock Bones!” Rose agreed, raising her glass in a toast to the Muggle detective about whom all she really knew was his name, and now that he apparently ran across rooftops. “He’ll be home eventually,” she assured Susan, because really, it was a shame that Dennis wasn’t here, because he would have known exactly what to tell Susan about Eddie. “Rolf’ll know,” she determined, certain in her case on that point. “Well, maybe he will, which will be wonderful or maybe he won’t, which will be just as brilliant.” Rose grinned at Susan. The friendship or relationship or bond or whatever you chose to call what she had with Rolf had always been special to her and she knew that. But it wasn’t something she was pining about or even trying to understand because what they had just worked. There was no lust, not yet, maybe not ever, but “just works. It just works. No twisted knickers or upset, he’s just Rolf.”

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[info]susanamybones
2014-09-13 03:22 am UTC (link)
Susan frowned ponderously. "Susan no? SUSAN YESSS," she cried lifting her arms up much like a gymnast who upon messing up her landing, bludgeoned two of the judges and received full points. Tilting her head she sang a dirty little ditty in which she rhymed plum with another word and made allusions to it being ejected from a penis.

"Is it Sherlock Bones? I feel that's not quite right. Mum has a complete selection of... Arthur Ronan Boyle somewhere. That's also not right. His name does begin with Arthur." She looked at the nearly empty bottle and grimaced. "Dennis is going to growl at us, or you. Or maybe just me? One of us is going to get growled at. Tall growling," she said, before smirking at Rose. "Rolf is tall. You should climb that like a tree. But not a knicker twist tree."

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[info]_rose_
2014-09-13 09:18 pm UTC (link)
Closing her eyes for a moment, Rose thought back visualising the books she had seen, though never read. Normally she could recall and recite random facts without hesitation, but the alcohol had put a blessedly tranquil blanket on her normally over-active mind. “The Adventures of,” she murmured, then opened her eyes with a triumphant grin, “Sherlock Holmes by A. Conan Doyle. Close! So close!”

Rose snorted, amused by the idea of Dennis growling at them, though, he probably would. “If he growls, it will either be both of us or me after you’ve left,” she assured her, then giggled, because she just couldn’t help it. “He needs a hug when he growls. Mostly.” Other times he just needed to be left alone. But Susan was spot on on the fact that he was tall, and so was Rolf, and that had Rose’s smile turn fond. “Rolf’s my spoon,” she said with a small smirk. “Don’t want to climb my spoon.” She paused when she realised what she had said. “Hey!” she burst out with a laugh and looked at Susan. “How did this end up being about me?”

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[info]susanamybones
2014-09-14 12:06 pm UTC (link)
Susan groaned and shook her head as if to remove the shroud of alcoholic fogginess from her brain. "Oh my mother would be so ashamed if she knew I'd got Sherlock bloody Holmes name wrong. She used to read me the books when I was a kid, and I read them to Edgar."

She pointed imperiously at a cupboard. "The house won't let him growl at us, he'll just have to be nice." She threw her head back and laughed easily. "He loves us too much to be mad at us does Cub, he's a good lad. A good sad lad. A good very sad cub lad. Huggings are what we should give him." She frowned for a moment, feeling the glimmer of an idea in her inebriated mind. "Maybe we can clone Rolf and make a gay one, so Dennis can have a man again!" She looked at the appalled expression on Rose's face and laughed. "I was joking, joking! Spoon Rolf is only spoons for you sweetheart. He doesn't ladle anyone else's soup, nor does he want to I think." She snorted and looked at Rose with a would-be-severe expression. "Because you is much funnerer to talk about than me."

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