visualfeelings (visualfeelings) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-07-30 23:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-10 |
Must have a spa day!
Who: Dylan and Moria
When: Afternoon
Where: Phoneland
Dylan snuck into the back on lunch and dialed up the phone to call Moria. She wasn't sure if her friend was going on the camping trip that was being talked about in circles just outside of her, but she was curious.
Moira was in her room, trying to decide if a new hair style was in order when her cell phone rang. She picked up her Envy and grinned. "Dylan! Sup, girl?" she asked, sitting down on her bed.
"Hey, at work- on break- how're you doing? Going on the camping thing?" She asked, leaning against the wall of the small storeroom.
"Doing fine. Trying to decide if I want a hair change of some sort." She flopped back on the bed. "Me? Camping? Could you possibly see me camping?" she asked with a laugh. "Sorry. I'm all for a spa trip, but me and the wilderness do not mix."
Dylan laughed. "I kinda thought not- hoped not too. I had to work and I think so many people gathered around a fire might be a little too dizzying." She said, knowing that at camping she wouldn't be able to sneak away as easy. "Wanna do a sleepover?"
"Work. Ew." she said with a laugh. "A sleep over sounds awesome. Do you wanna hit the mall and do some shopping then maybe grab some food then come back to my place? Or your, whichever." Moira hadn't gone shopping in like, a week and was going through withdrawls. There was nothing like a little....ok a lot of retail therapy.
Dylan wasn't as much of a shopper as Moria, but she'd still go to be with her friend. "Sounds like a plan." Either house would be ok, Dylan's mom pretty much left them alone, but Moria's grandmother did the same. "Either place is ok, just let me know I wanna make sure I have my guitar."
"We'll come to my house. I might go out later and get a pet or something." That was Moira alright. Getting a pet was a flippant thing, not something planned like most people. "I'll pick you up from work, if you want. The paint job is finally done on my Miata." Her parents had bought her a green Miata a few months ago, having either forgotten her birthday or sent it early. Moira couldn't remember and didn't care. Of course, green was an awful color for a car so she had had to redone and detailed.
"So long as we swing by my place so I can pick up some stuff." Dylan told her, glancing at the time. "Crap, gotta get back on the floor- moms working today don't wanna slack off." Her mother was very easy going, but that didn't mean that Dylan didn't want to keep in line and do her best for her.
"Ok, gimme a call on my cell when you're out of work." she said, looking at her nails. She needed a manicure again. "Oh, and spa day soon, my treat." Moira may be a bitch, but she was good to her friends.
"See ya later." Dylan said as she hung up her cell and hurried back off to work.