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Miss Delia Slater (mizslater) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-07-18 13:14:00

Entry tags:

character_development, cordelia_slater

Subject: A drink to cool her nerves.
Who: Delia Slater.
Where: A pub not far from the Slater home.
Warnings: TBA.
Open to: All.

Any normal young woman, after being in such an argument with their father, and especially those that were of the milkweed sort of stock, would probably be tearing up and begging to be consoled, perhaps even would be going back to father and apologizing. But Delia Slater was a different sort of woman. She did not cry, she did not wail and she certainly would not go back to her father as she thought he had lost his mind. Delia Slater got angry. The walk to the pub had been a short one, but in that time the anger towards her father and his whore grew and grew, causing her to seethe with it by the time the pint was placed in front of her. She had to have done something to him as they had never fought like that before, and had never gotten so personal when fighting before. This woman had to be removed or ended, she reasoned, then her father would see the truth of her. And Delia would not let her harm him, but for the moment she felt as if it served him right.

He deserved all the trouble his little ginger trollop gave him, especially after talking to her like that.

The fact that she had been followed annoyed her as well, but the boy had enough sense to stay well back from her once they were in the pub. He was the same one she had threatened to 'take my shiny knife and turn you into a woman, and to throw your cock to Harry Fisher's dogs' not a year ago. Since then he gave her space, until he decided to literally drag her back to her father. She was not going back this time, no matter what the boy said. She would not stay in that house with that woman while her father was still off his nut.

Drinking down one, she asked for another. Many believed that Slaters had a naturally high thresh hold to alcohol, and while that may have been true for her father and brother, Delia had been drinking for a very long time and could easily have a whole pint and just be a little buzzed. It had been a while since she had been drunk, and it truly wasn't her intention to get that way, but she felt like she needed the drink to clear her head.

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prettypoppet
2008-07-20 01:17 am UTC (link)

"Jimmy's one to talk. That head of his is solid rock." Mary hugged Delia. "I'm glad though. If I'd of tried that, I'd be passed out on the floor."

The problem of a background was important. Of course, just saying that she was Cordelia Slater would have been enough in some cercles, but Delia didn't really know the whole of that. 'Sides, tonight was not a night to be Slater's girls. Mary supposed she could use the last name Fisher if it came to it, but she wasn't keen on that either. "I was just thinkin' bout that bit... You know, in Paris ladies wear masks when they go out sometimes so nobody can tell who they are an' no scandals come up." And so no angry fathers or brothers could have any flunkies come running up and ruin a perfectly fun night.

"Maybe we should follow their example. Nobody asks too many questions about tragic French girls anymore, they've always got terrible stories of families getting their heads chopped off." Mary shuddered as she thought of Evonne and Yves, and of Melie. "Just a couple of bored aristo girls gambling and winning..."

Mary giggled. "I think we should get a townhouse together. Save more money for gowns and carriages that way. And we know we won't bring home any women we don't want about."

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