pups_dt (pups_dt) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-10-13 16:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | jazz, ota, riley, roxy |
Michaels' Bros, Late Afternoon, Mini-Multipup and OTA/MW
Riley's agent had once again volunteered him for an industry function this weekend and since he'd unable to come up with a decent excuse to get out of it, Riley was now in Michaels' Bros. men's department, trying to find something appropriate for such an occasion.
The black, perfectly fitted dress shirt he was on board for - but the pale, shimmering pink tie the female salesclerk brought over he wasn't so sure about.
In fact, as the woman draped it around his neck for him to 'appreciate' in the full length mirror, he stood so stiffly one might think she'd just tossed a live, particularly ill-tempered, boa constrictor about his shoulders.
~.~
It was only her second day back to work, but Jazz was definitely wondering if she should have milked her sick leave for another week.
The pretentious socialite that she'd been scheduled to meet with had not only been a half hour late, but had then taken almost two hours to make a decision as to which pair of earrings would go just perfectly with the one of a kind gown that, didn't Jazz know, had been designed just for her.
In the end the pampered princess decided to ignore Jazz's advice against the large, chandelier earrings that, combined with the heavily beaded top to the dress, was bound to make her look like a mint tinted disco ball, and Jazz was tired enough not to care. It wasn't until after the money had changed hands and the woman was putting on her new earrings ("Oh no, I want to wear them out!") that Jazz spoke up again, this time when the brat was throwing her old earrings - which were quite the stunners in their own right - into her purse. Loose.
"Oh, don't do that-" Too late, the earrings made a muted thunk as they sank into the bottom of the stylish clutch. "Here," Jazz held out a hand. "You shouldn't do that. I'll put them in a box for you."
The woman shrugged, but fished the earrings back out and handed them over, looking at Jazz like one might a small child.