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Tweak says, "This ain't no disco"

Romi Vane (vanegirl) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-09-10 23:51:00

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character: melinda bobbin, character: romilda vane

RP: Sweet Nothings
Who: Romilda + OPEN
What: In desperate need of Chocolate
Where: Sweet Nothings
When: Thursday 10th September
Rating: Probably language from Romi + definite TMI re: womanly issues.

Romilda had woken this morning with terrible cramps. Worse than she could ever remember. She tried a warming spell, tried a strong cup of decaf green tea (disgusting), even used the last of one of Pucey's potions for exactly this sort of thing and nothing helped.

When her alarm went off reminding her it was time to go to the shop, she groaned. There was no way she was going to work today, but she knew she had to at least open. She threw on her most comfortable granny panties and sweats and - GASP - flip flops, before grumbling and moaning and apparating to the store on Monument. She made quick work of the keys and locks and cash office, turned over everything to the girl scheduled for the morning (one person could totally handle the shop, she told herself) and left. Just as she turned to apparate herself back home, she reminded Kelly that there'd be another attendant joining in just a couple of hours for the evening, and then she had a thought:

Chocolate.

That's exactly what she needed right now. She said another hurried goodbye and made her way stealthily down the street, praying to Merlin himself that she'd see no one she knew from either of her professions while looking so completely wretched.

Chocolate would solve all her problems. Well, the problem she'd had for the next three to five days, at least. And so, to Sweet Nothings she went.

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vanegirl
2015-09-11 06:09 pm UTC (link)

ROmilda looked up like a deer in headlights when she heard her name. Dammit, she'd hoped it would just be some anonymous cashier or something, but this was her fellow business owner, Melinda. She shook her head, "Worst cramps I think I've ever had," she said simply, grateful at least that Melinda would understand her issue.

"I've tried everything and turned the store over to the girls for the day so now, I need chocolate. And maybe a bottle of champagne if you have any extra I could buy." She said, thinking that maybe alcohol wasn't the best answer to her pain, but would certainly make her feel better emotionally. Maybe this was her body's revenge - she hadn't really allowed herself to react when Franklin had dumped her, she'd basically drank a lot of wine and then repressed everything - as a good woman does, she told herself. But it had been weeks without reaction now and perhaps her body was revolting.

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_melinda_
2015-09-11 06:20 pm UTC (link)

Melinda winced in sympathy; she was only too familiar with bad cramping, though had always been blessed with easy access to remedies, due to her father’s work as an Apothecary. With that explanation, Romilda’s clothes made perfect sense.

“Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place,” she assured her. “I’ve got just about any variation of chocolate you can think of and bottle of champagne, that if nothing else, makes the most magnificent crash if smashed against the floor.” She sent Romilda a sympathetic smile.

“What are you in the mood for? Milk, dark, or white? Cake? Truffle? Filled? Solid? Ice cream or parfait? Créme? Custard? You name it and if I don’t have it, I’ll make it for you.” With that, she waved her wand and summoned one of the bottles she used for her consultations. “This one is on the house.” After all, she wasn’t licensed to sell alcohol.

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vanegirl
2015-09-14 08:48 pm UTC (link)

Romilda gave her a small, pained, grateful smile. "You're incredible, but I bet you hear that all the time when you list off your chocolates." She thought a moment and said, "Dark and Milk, gooey, perhaps cake or truffle -- to start with?" She knew she sounded ridiculous, but Pucey was, in her opinion, the best potions guy in town, and if his weren't working, she felt right screwed.

When Melinda handed her a bottle, she sighed, "Perfection," and knew that should tip extra well anyway, so a bottle on the house was fine on her conscience. Hell, Romi didn't even let Charlie get her a free drink at the club when she went in.

She popped the cork on the bottle and almost took a swig but thought better, "Do you have a glass? We can share," she gave her a smile full on conspiracy.

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_melinda_
2015-09-27 12:43 pm UTC (link)

“Not as often as you’d think,” Melinda admitted with a chuckle, “though I’ve yet to hear complaints about my chocolate. Will you be eating in or bringing it with you?” Her mind was already listing the options she had on hand that would fit Romilda’s requirements. “Of gooey, dark, or milk chocolate cake and or truffle, I have the Chocolate Heaven Cupcake and the Dark Chocolate Truffle Layer Cake. Both of them are available right now.”

“Uhm…” Melinda looked behind her, even if she couldn’t see her glasses from here. “I have glasses, cups and mugs,” she said, summoning one of each for Romilda. “And as much as I’d like to join you, I’ll have to settle for coffee. Can’t really be seen drinking during opening hours, you know, and even if it’s only one glass, it can still be smelled.” Had it been closer to closing time, she might not have been as stringent on that particular rule. “But I’ll have a glass of tea. It’s almost the same colour.”

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