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Tweak says, "HAY GUYS"

Saoirse Georgina Kelly (ladensaol) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-20 23:41:00

Current music:	Shame On You--Andrea Corr
Entry tags:	open, saoirse fawcett

Who: Saoirse and Marcus Flint
What: Dancing in public places/Saoirse's looking for a dress for the ball
When: Today, mid-afternoon
Where: London
Rating: PG-13 for the f-bombs.
Stauts: Closed/Finished.

She hated ball-type situations. Yet this one was mandatory. She was slowly losing faith in her Ministry and already it had only been a few weeks. Way to fuck it up, guys, she thought as the song on her iPod changed. At least the sun was shining. One thing to be happy about.

The cars zipped by on the street, tourists and locals alike, passed without much notice. Saoirse had been restless at her home in Leap that day, so she had left in search of something to do. Somehow she ended up in London, looking for a dress for that stupid ball.

At least she was going with Merlin. He would at least make this fun. Now all she had to do was find a dress to match his Gucci suit. She'd a bit saved from her wages, so she could get something nice. Though what she was going to use to pay for a wedding dress when that finally happened, she did not know.

One of her favourite songs came on and she couldn't help moving to it as she walked along. It wasn't long though before she was skipping and dancing, a woman easily mistaken for a girl because of her short stature, getting stares from the people around her. She didn't care though. It was extremely freeing to just...dance.

She turned a bit, eyes closed, and smacked right into someone's chest. "Oh, fuck, sorry!"

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ladensaol
2008-07-21 12:15 am UTC (link)

"Oh, you know my type, do ya?" She shot back. "I know yours as well. Dick. Arrogant, when there seems to be no right for it and I bet your about as smart as a box of rocks too." It was a little mean and uncalled for, she'd admit as much later, but when Saoirse's temper got a hold of her, there was no stopping until it had burned out.

"Me arse it's a fucking narrow sidewalk," she gestured at the people walking past them, pretending not to see the altercation. "I apologized for bumping into you, what more do ya want? I could get on my knees and beg for forgiveness if you'd prefer." She rolled her eyes.

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fameandglory
2008-07-21 12:19 am UTC (link)

More than a saucy bitch, he hated saucy bitches who called him out like a pro. Fuck, so what if he was proud of himself? So what if he thought he was the shit? So what if he fucking wasn't the brightest crayon in the box?! Marcus' nostrils widened as he scrunched his nose again in disgust.

Then suddenly, it happened. A perfect way to somehow get back on top of the insults. He narrowed his eyes and his lips formed a slight grin. "Oh sure. If you want to be on yours knees, there is plenty for you to be doin' while you're down there, love."

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	ladensaol 2008-07-21 12:24 am UTC (link)
	Saoirse was taken aback sure, but she wasn't about to let him get the upperhand. Not without a fight. Though, part of her was amused by the comeback, she retorted with, "Oh really? Well, I'd be needing a microscope and a pair of tweezers first." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fameandglory 2008-07-21 12:29 am UTC (link)
	That shut him up and took the grin off his face. His fingers curled in against his palm tight and twin fists were almost lifted, until his fingers uncurled themselves again. "Fuckin' bitch," he growled, then he turned on his heel and began storming off. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ladensaol 2008-07-21 12:35 am UTC (link)
	Saoirse watched him storm down the street and started laughing. Me: 1. Dick: 0. She continued on her way down the street, dancing as she listened to her music. Today was a good day. Now, time for a dress! (Reply to this) (Parent)

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