Flemeth knows how to fly. (ex_dragonmot558) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-04 01:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, flemeth, pamela swynford de beaufort |
Who: Flemeth and Pam.
What: Chatting
When: Sunday, 6/30.
Where: Flemeth's shop.
Rating: PG-13 for talk of sex but no actual sex.
Status: Complete!
It was high time she paid a call on the old bat, Pam figured, and Tustin was on her way anyway. She drove north, heading for the magic shop before her next client. He wasn’t until 2 anyway, and she could keep him waiting if she felt like it. He wouldn’t complain.
Flemeth’s parking lot was empty - Pam wondered how the woman stayed in business sometimes; she couldn’t move that much over from the crooked business without an accountant giving her the stinkeye - and Pam parked awkwardly, taking up two spots. She knocked on the glass door and then walked in without waiting for an answer. “Flemeth? You got some young stud back there?”
The door was unlocked. Flemeth waved in whoever was outside making a racket. “Come in!”
Pam walked in with a chuckle. “Aw, Flemeth, thought you might be otherwise occupied.”
“That was last week. I haven’t had sex in four days. I like periods of chastity to keep the mind clear.” Flemeth smiled at Pam. “What can I help you with, dear?”
“Mostly just saying hi.” Pam shrugged. “But I did have a couple questions for you. Been busy. Clients, a date or two. Was thinking about something you said on that network thing.”
“Oh?” Flemeth leaned back, chuckling as a cat jumped into her lap. “I say a lot of things on there, alas.”
“About getting a loan.” Pam answered, sitting across from Flemeth. “Getting sick of hotel rooms. And having my own place could free up some of my time.” For Maia, maybe, if she’d let her spend it there.
“Are you finally going to listen to me about something?” Flemeth arched a perfectly manicured brow. “Well, hallelujah. Do you have any property in mind?”
“That was where I thought you might come in. I’m not asking you for the loan, but I figure nobody’s got a better eye on real estate shit than you.” Pam crossed her legs. Flemeth had a hand in everything. “I was thinking out in this area, or Anaheim, Orange, that kind of thing. Places where people have money.”
“You should ask me for the loan. I already have a check cut, you madwoman. And ask out Maia, god.” Flemeth rolled her eyes, standing up to pull out some maps. They were old and in cardboard tubes in the corner, but they were perfect geographical maps of Orange County. “Newport Beach is good too. Could get vacationers there. Businessmen who want to kip off for fun away from the kids.”
“It’s bad business to ask for loans from friends.” Pam groused, but her ears did perk up when Flemeth mentioned the Warden. “What do you know about Maia? I mean, she said she knows you.”
“She does. We’re from the same place in my dreams. In my dreams she’s a gnat - adorable, annoying, but needed.” Flemeth sat back down. “And it’s only because you’re my friend that I offer a loan to you. I don’t do that for anyone but.”
“Sounds like Maia here.” Pam chuckled. “She’s not annoying, but she does kind of ... I don’t know. Flutter. And I’ll think about the loan, Flemeth. I just don’t wanna wind up in a place where I piss you off and you send big angry men after me.”
“I don’t send big angry men. They’re ineffective when it comes to threatening people or torturing. Especially the torturing, God.” Flemeth rolled her eyes. It was unclear if she was teasing or not. Likely both.
Pam rolled her eyes right back. “You know what I mean.” Still, she was curious. “You seen Maia lately? Why do you say ask her out?”
“Because she came over here and mooned over you?” Flemeth held her hands to her cheek and batted her eyelashes.
“Mooned?” Pam sounded incredulous.
“Oh, yes. She’s smitten,” Flemeth chuckled.
That was news to Pam, actually. “Huh.” She turned the idea over in her mind. “We’ve only had a couple of dates, though.” It just seemed kind of fast. Flemeth wasn’t lying or anything - that much was obvious - but still. It seemed really weird.
“She wants to ask you for something more exclusive, but she’s scared of clipping your wings. I said you’d probably be okay with it if she didn’t get all puritanical about your business.” Flemeth crossed her legs, eliciting a peevish mew from the cat on her lap as it slipped.
Pam raised an eyebrow. “Really. She’s been really good about hiding it.” And the job did tend to be a problem. “I don’t want to be rude or anything, but all my girlfriends say they won’t care about the job, and all of them wind up caring about the job.” She didn’t actually want to fuck anything up with Maia. She liked Maia.
“She has. And I told her what your job means to you. You don’t like men, therefore demeaning them isn’t sexual. It’s ... mindfuckery and funny.” Flemeth rolled her eyes.
“It’s fucking hilarious, actually.” Pam grinned. “I once had a guy who could take the biggest strap-on I ever bought. He looked ridiculous, trussed up and begging for it.”
“Explain that to your girlfriend,” Flemeth sighed.
“What, you mean sit her down and explain what BDSM is?” Pam shook her head. “I don’t know. Just ... I’ll figure it out.”
“You could. Tape it one night and have her watch. Giggle with her.” Flemeth had easy ideas most of the time.
“That’s illegal unless a client consents, but I guess it can’t hurt to ask a few. I have some regulars who’d think it was funny.” Pam was nodding. Maybe it was a good idea. Then Maia wouldn’t have anything to get her panties in a wad over.
“I didn’t mean covertly,” Flemeth smiled to herself. “Be honest.”
“Well yeah, that’s what I mean. I’m not going to get fucking arrested.” Pam chuckled. “I don’t like the holding cells. They smell.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Flemeth smiled. That was part and parcel with having power - not getting caught.
“Of course you wouldn’t, you sly bitch.” Pam had to be amused. “And I feel like I have to say again, I haven’t told anybody anything about you except that you run a magic shop that smells really nice most of the time, in spite of the cats.” Pam didn’t smoke pot, so there wasn’t actually a lot she’d ever want from Flemeth.
“Well, thank you for leaving my side business out of it. I’d rather not get arrested for pandering or bribery this month.” Or ever, really.
“I like my ass in one piece.” Pam had very few illusions about her friends.
“I’d leave it that way,” Flemeth sighed. “I just wouldn’t be happy.”
“I’ll think about the loan. Promise. But thanks for the tip on where to look for space. And Maia.” Pam sighed. She really wasn’t sure what to do about all that.
“You’re welcome, dear.” Flemeth patted her hand. “Would you like anything from the shop before you go?” Because really, selling things irritated her.
“Wouldn’t mind a gris-gris that could just drop $150,000 in my lap.” Pam joked. “Nah, maybe some of that cardamom oil? It smells great in the bath.”
“That, I agree with.” Flemeth didn’t mention that she had a check for 200k in her purse. Really. Pam was so damn stubborn. Standing, Flemeth found some of the oil and handed it over to her friend.
“Thank you.” She’d think about the loan. Shit, what if she got into something with Maia and it didn’t work out? Flemeth would double kick her ass then. Urgh. “I’ll be around.”
“You’d better be.” Flemeth smiled and waved Pam on and out of the store before returning to her chair and sulking cat.