Elizaveta Barishnikova-Galtzina (yourinadequacy) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-03-29 20:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-14 |
You go about your day, baby
Who: Elizaveta, Lena, (+ NPC blood dolls)
When: Late morning
Where: Starbucks
Emilie had spent half of the morning marveling over the declaration that N&C Designs was not only run by a vampire, but had been from the very beginning. And that, on top of that, Elizaveta was indeed acquainted with Whisper Charlton. Having had other people design and make her clothes for her for centuries, the Russian did not quite understand the fuss. Certainly, it was wonderful that Whisper would get the full credit for her work now. That was something she would support. But while her blood doll was fascinated by her connections, Elizaveta could only see the politics. Did Emilie really think she had served the Cyri this long without establishing social connections? Not that she expected a human to fully understand any business regarding her family. She placed her blood dolls on pedestals far above the rest of the human race, true, but even they only knew as much as they needed to. One had to wonder how this was effecting Whisper’s business. And how the human rights campaigners were taking it. How many ridiculously narrow-minded fashionistas were setting their wardrobes alight?
“Anything else?”
Pulling out of her reverie, she turned her head back towards the barista addressing her. How she had found herself in Starbucks, of all places, was quite beyond her. She supposed this was what she got for allowing Emilie and Galileo to choose where they wanted their coffee. Really, the coffee they had at home was of far better quality - which both of them had admitted - and yet they wished to sit here awhile. She was not going to pretend to understand. “No, thank you.” Inclining her head slightly, she smiled at boy behind the counter, fangs showing enough to make his own smile a touch surprised. Even the staff were surprised to see her. Elizaveta could not have felt more out of place if she tried. Paying the young man, she nodded her gratitude to Galileo as he offered to wait for their order while she and Emilie found somewhere to sit. The vampire deliberately took a seat away from her blood dolls. They did not get enough time for just themselves recently. It was also far easier on both of them, she thought, if they did not receive strange stares for being in a cafe with a vampire. She rarely noticed the stares aimed at herself.