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Gemma Farley ([info]ffionprew) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-08-22 20:54:00

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Entry tags:character: gemma farley, character: pansy parkinson, status: complete

Who: Gemma Farley & OPEN
What: Open Mic Night
Where: Finnigan's Pub
When: Friday, August 22 - late evening/night
Status: Open / Incomplete




Gemma was thankful for magical recordings, as they allowed her to perform without needing a band for backup. Not that she wouldn't welcome a band, but the likelihood of finding one wasn't too high at the moment, so she settled for second best. Tonight, she did a Weird Sisters song, then another by Heart (she chose Heartless), and as often happened when she wailed a little, she needed a drink.

Her heeled boots clicking against the floor, she strode over to the bar and bought a beer. It went down so nicely, refreshing her throat with much needed moisture. She leaned back against the bar and looked over the crowd, wondering what she would do for the rest of the night, and who here might be in need of some of her unofficial services.


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[info]pans_parkinson_
2014-08-28 12:17 am UTC (link)
Finnigan's on a Friday night was not Pansy's ideal place to be, but she'd just taken on a new client (young girl, just out of Hogwarts, wanted to be the next Celestina Warbeck--Pansy always did like a challenge) and open mic night was always a good chance to be noticed. So she'd given the girl a complete makeover (You'll never be famous with split ends, darling, and we must have a chat about proper nail maintenance) and shoved her up on stage. Pansy did not believe in coddling talent; they needed to learn to survive the punches. Pansy was very good at punching.

She'd toned down her own look tonight, knowing that the girl was going to have a hard enough time of it without competing with Pansy as well. And if she still got her fair share of attention, well, maybe it was the heels. She had it on good authority that men couldn't ignore a good pair of Fuck Me pumps.

She stayed with her client until it was the girl's turn on stage, and then headed to the bar. She needed a drink, and a good view of the stage. She spotted Gemma as she made her way close, and almost grinned. Gemma was one of the few people she tolerated, and it'd be nice to spend the next few minutes having real, grown-up conversation, rather than hand-holding an insipid teenager.

"Gemma, darling. You were wonderful up there."

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[info]ffionprew
2014-08-30 09:33 pm UTC (link)
Gemma was a woman who could appreciate a good pair of heels in more ways than one. She had a fine appeciation of shoes and what they could do for her own self-esteem, but she also loved to see a woman's walk in them, her own eyes sliding from footwear up ankles and to wherever they led and however much they revealed. Pansy's heels were no exception, nor were the legs attached to them.

Gemma knew this one wasn't for touching, but she could certainly look.

"Thank you, Pansy," she replied with a 'salute' of her bottle. "So what sort of fresh meat have you brought out tonight? Should I worry about someone usurping me in the choir?" she added with a wink.

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[info]pans_parkinson_
2014-09-02 10:19 pm UTC (link)
Pansy was not unaware of Gemma's eyes on her legs, appreciated it even. She might not want to fuck a woman, but she'd never deny someone the chance to appreciate fine art. And Pansy was very fine. Everyone except Draco knew it, she thought, then shoved the bitter thought aside.

"I wouldn't worry too much. Ariel has higher goals in mind than the choir," Pansy said, as the fresh-faced young girl started to sing. Pansy had arranged for the girl to do three songs, to show off the full range of her voice. She had a pleasant one, nothing spectacular, but a good voice was only ten percent of what went into making someone a star. Pansy was the other ninety percent, and she didn't know how to fail.

Before long Pansy had a nice glass of red wine in front of her, and she turned on the stool to study Gemma. "How are you, darling? It's been too long since we've had the chance to catch up."

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[info]ffionprew
2014-09-04 12:07 am UTC (link)
"She's not bad, but nothing extraordinary," Gemma said as the girl started singing. "It'll be interesting to see what you do with her." Once upon a time, Gemma may have fallen over herself for the chance at making music her career, but those dreams were long gone in the reality of her life these last several years.

"I'm well enough." She studied Pansy in turn; she respected the way the other woman had turned her life in her own direction, but then, such things weren't as difficult when one's family was well enough off. That was, however, a bitterness that was completely Gemma's own. "You're right, and it's been a while since I've seen you in one of my salon seats, hasn't it? It's always nice to catch up over hair setting spells and such. The spa is on its feet, so I've no complaints. And you? Aside from your current project, what's on your plate?"

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[info]pans_parkinson_
2014-09-10 03:11 am UTC (link)
"She will be by the time I'm done with her," Pansy said, nothing if not confident in her own ability. She could take someone who sounded like cats were dying when they sang and make them a sensation; it was all in knowing how to sell it to the public. And Pansy could sell a centaur the moon if she chose to.

Pansy thought it over, and then indulged herself in a sigh. "I'll make an appointment this week. I've been spending so much time making other people rich, I haven't even thought of myself in weeks." And her hair was overdue for a trim. She'd found a split-end yesterday, despite the care she took. Unacceptable. "Oh, too many things to get into. Nimbus has a new broom out next quarter, and their sales have been lagging over the last three. That should keep me busy enough."

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[info]ffionprew
2014-09-10 04:55 pm UTC (link)
Gemma laughed. One thing she loved about Pansy was her confidence, no matter the odds. "At least she's cute," she offered appreciatively.

"Just send me an owl or a message on the journals. You know I've always got a chair with your name on it. And it sounds like you've got a full plate. However do you manage it?"

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[info]pans_parkinson_
2014-09-10 05:45 pm UTC (link)
Pansy studied the girl, and had to agree. "She'll be even better with a little polish and an updated wardrobe. The schoolgirl look isn't what we're going for." Her client launched into her second song, and Pansy scanned the crowd for reactions. Decent reception, room for improvement. There was always room for improvement.

"Sheer talent," Pansy said breezily. And a lot of hard work, but she wasn't going to mention the long nights spent pouring over paperwork, or the sweat shed in the name of success. Some things were best kept private. "I'll look at my schedule and message you soon for the full works."

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[info]ffionprew
2014-09-10 07:18 pm UTC (link)
"Well, I'm sure a few wizards don't mind the schoolgirl look, but the rest of us would rather see a woman than a girl onstage." She winked before taking another drink from her bottle.

"You're as modest as ever - a woman after my own heart. Do let me know if you're ever in the mood to fly on the other side of the pitch. And yes, the works are yours, my lady."

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[info]pans_parkinson_
2014-09-12 03:33 am UTC (link)
"That's what I'm banking on with her," Pansy said, studying the girl as she moved into her next song. Transitions needed work, and she was visibly losing her stamina as she pranced around the stage. Both things that would need serious work if Pansy was going to make her into a star. Since Pansy didn't fail, the girl was going to have to work harder.

She took a sip of wine, and smiled serenely at Gemma. "Modesty is overrated. Why should I pretend to be less than I am?" At least now that she didn't have any reason to, and hadn't for years. "You're one of the few I would consider it for darling." It wasn't that she hadn't given any thought to flying on the other side of the pitch, so to speak, but there were just so many men to go through there just wasn't time.

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[info]ffionprew
2014-09-13 03:55 pm UTC (link)
Gemma smirked as the girl onstage seemed to lose steam. "Maybe it could help if you tell her that if she finishes her set too early, you'll loose a wild kneazle on her. Could be fun to see her reaction, at least."

"Modesty has its uses, with the right people, but not here. I certainly enjoy you at your full self, and the rest can go hang themselves." She bit her bottom lips, momentarily imagining what she could do to Pansy that would have her forgetting about men completely. "Well, you know where I am if you're ever in the mood for a change of taste."

It looked like the girl was beginning to wrap up her set. "It looks like your girl's about done, so I shouldn't keep you. Good luck with her, though. She looks to be a challenge."

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[info]pans_parkinson_
2014-09-13 09:52 pm UTC (link)
"Don't worry, she knows I can do a lot worse." As if sensing Pansy's ire, the girl picked up the energy and finished the song with a flourish. There was a respectable amount of applause, and someone even shouted out for an encore. If Pansy had paid the man handsomely for that, no one had to know, but the crowd got into it and she launched into a fourth song with even more energy than before.

Pansy didn't miss the thoughtful look Gemma gave her, and enjoyed the attention at the least. "You'll be the first to know, darling." She didn't mind flirting with women, and Gemma was more enjoyable than most.

The encore was winding down and Pansy knew she had to be at offstage by the time she was done, showing the appropriate amount of excitement for her client. "Thank you, Gemma. I'll see you soon, at the salon if nothing else." She kissed the other woman's cheek, then headed to the stage.

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[info]ffionprew
2014-09-13 11:53 pm UTC (link)
(OOC - looks like a good place to end it?

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