NPC Cannon Fodder (cannon_fodder) wrote in whatprice, @ 2009-09-19 14:40:00 |
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Who: Miranda Pye and NPC Donaghan Tremlett
What: Rockstars and designers always have fun.
When: Saturday, September 19, 2009
Where: Reception area at London's Fashion Week
Warnings: Flirting.
Status: Complete.
Donaghan was at fashion week doing research for both himself and Zach. Having played a few gigs in the muggle world since the Weird Sisters broke up, he still had connections and was able to get into certain events. Besides, he needed to make sure Zach was well dressed if he needed to venture into the muggle world, though that seemed increasingly unlikely. Donaghan glanced again at the brunette who was sketching and notetaking as various designs came down the runway. When there was a break between shows and he saw her alone in one of the reception areas, he approached her carrying two glasses of champagne.
"Can I offer you a drink?" he asked.
Tucking her sketchbook away, Miranda gave the man in front of her a once over. It was pretty common for celebrities to come to these functions and this man definitely had the look of a celebrity as his outfit was the sort that only a celebrity could pull off. Judging by the facial hair and ponytail, she was leaning towards the rock star variety. She was less likely to recognize that sort too and since he didn't look too familiar, it just lent in to her assumption.
"You can offer," she teased with a little smirk. "Now whether I accept or not is a completely different matter."
"Well, if you accept, then it's a point for me. If you don't, then I guess I have to finish both glasses myself. Which, would, of course, be a complete travesty," Donaghan said with a smile.
"It would only be a travesty if it was really horrid champagne," Miranda said with a coy smile before very carefully taking the glass from the man and raising her eyebrow. "You're not the sort of man that comes to these functions to get the models 'drunk' and then drag them home in your limo so that their faces are gracing the tabloids the next morning, are you?"
"If I was that type of man who did that, why would I be offering champagne to a designer with a keen eye?" Donaghan asked as he raised his glass.
"I saw you sketching and taking notes," he said by way of explanation.
Miranda laughed lightly as she clicked her glass against the man's before taking a small sip. "Flattery will get you everywhere. Although you can't blame me for looking after my girls now, can you?" She smirked. "Or my boys."
"You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat their employees. I'm sure the models are lucky to be working with you," Donaghan said with a smile.
Miranda's cheeks flushed slightly as she took another sip of her champagne to hide the amused smile quirking her lips. "I bet you say that to all the designers," she teased.
Donaghan chuckled.
"Do I look like that kind of guy? Wait, perhaps it's best that you don't answer that," he teased. "So, when do I get to see your designs walk the runway?"
"Depends what sort of rock star you're trying to look like," Miranda teased back. "Rock stars do have very notorious reputations. Especially around this circuit." Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she raised an eyebrow. "Why? Groupies to buy for or just yourself?"
"Trying? I take offense to that," Donaghan teased. "Although I'm retired now. Work at a radio station now. Looking for myself and my boss. And I want to see if your designs match your sketches."
"Oh? Actually talking on the radio or just pushing paper," Miranda asked curiously before giggling in amusement. "And now you just sound like you're trying to scoop me. Leak my gorgeous sketches. Make me lose my job."
"Announcer. Though I play a few side gigs occasionally. I scoop music, not designs. Besides, your designs don't compare to you," Donaghan said with a laugh.
"Forgive the cheese, but you set yourself up for that one."
Miranda covered her mouth as she laughed and shook her head. "Thankfully I'm not like my designs. I don't know what I'd do if all the models wanted me draped all over them." She blushed as she realized what she'd just said. "Oh God, that sounds horrid, doesn't it?"
Donaghan laughed.
"Well, I'm sure that'd make you incredibly popular," he said with a chuckle. "I'm not sure there's anyone who wouldn't want you draped all over them."
"Now, now," Miranda teased with a giggle. "You keep that up and I'm going to need a name to give to security."
"Donaghan Tremlett," he said, extending his hand to Miranda with a smile. "Guitarist and DJ."
Taking his hand, Miranda smiled warmly. "Miranda Pye. Charmed," she said before smirking. "So, a guitarist and DJ. Do you do birthday parties, then?"
Donaghan chuckled as he kissed Miranda's hand, wondering if she was related to Healer Pye who worked in the Diagon Alley clinic.
"Depends. I might be persuaded."
"Depends on what?" Miranda teased as she blushed a bit. "The age of the birthday participants or the exact person that the party's for?"
"A little bit of both? I'm not sure I'd be good at children's parties," Donaghan said with a smile. "Am I embarassing you? I apologize."
Miranda waved her hand dismissively as she shook her head, even as her cheeks flushed more. "No, no. You're not embarrassing me at all. I'm just not used to the guests hitting on the designers instead of the models."
"That obvious?" Donaghan teased. "Perhaps I ought to have brought you some wine to go with that cheese."
"Just a little," Miranda teased back. "But it definitely isn't a bad thing. I do like some good cheese and wine."
"I could go investigate to see what they have but then you might run away on me," he teased.
"In these heels? Are you kidding me?" Miranda laughed as she pointed her toe out. "I'm going to be running around enough on Monday, there's no way I'm going to tire myself out by running around from interesting men."
"Oh? And what's Monday?" he quipped with an eyebrow. "Though they're nice shoes. And nice legs."
"Just a little show, nothing you would be interested in," Miranda joked with a wink before smirking and twisting her leg slightly. "Oh? You like them then? I'll have to thank the mannequin I stole them from."
Donaghan laughed.
"You're a feisty one, aren't you? Am I not allowed to come watch your show? Would that be mixing business and pleasure too much?"
"Despite my comments about security, I doubt I could really keep anyone out of the show," Miranda joked, choosing to ignore the question about mixing business and pleasure considering she was sleeping with one of her models. "You can come and watch if you don't think you'll get too bored. We will have a men's show, so you'll see plenty that could possibly fit you or your boss. Although I'll warn you now that there might not be enough leather for your tastes."
"Well, my boss is a conservative man with money. I just try to ensure he looks good and put together. He's not as much for the rocker look as I am," Donaghan said as he pulled out a creased Fashion Week schedule out of his pocket.
"So, which of these companies owns your talents at the moment?"
"Aquascutum," Miranda stated proudly as she stepped closer as he opened the program. Flipping the pages a bit for him, she tapped her finger on the schedule. "Full day affair. Mostly presentations and the like, but we'll have a few runways in there."
"Well then, I'll be sure to be there," Donaghan said with a grin. "Hopefully you won't be too crazy. What are you doing that night? There's a Luella afterparty that night that's going to have some good music. If you wanted to go, that is.."
"You likely won't see me at the actual show though. I'll be running around making sure everything goes off smoothly," Miranda pointed out with a smile before she raised an eyebrow. She wasn't sure what sort of plans she had for the night, but it wasn't like she got offers like this everyday. "I'd say that would depend if you got an invite to this party and if you're actually allowed to bring guests."
Donaghan laughed.
"Do I look that unreputable that you think me a party crasher? I'm hurt," he teased. "I have an invite and I would love to have you as my +1."
"Again, I have to point out your rockstar appearance and said reputations that go with that," Miranda teased back before pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I wouldn't mind being your +1. Can we play it by ear though? Not sure how long they'll keep me captive for clean up."
"Well, if I'm such a bad boy, maybe it'd be best if a good girl like you stayed away from me," he teased before pulling out one of his muggle business cards and handing it to her. There was something about her that made Donaghan intrigued. "My mobile number's on there. Let me know."
"Bad boys are more fun anyways," Miranda replied with a wink before taking the business card and giving it a once over. "I'll definitely let you know. I'd give you my mobile number to give a ring when you get to the show, but I can't guarantee I won't bite your head off in a fit of model induced rage."
Donaghan smirked.
"There's other things I'd rather you do to me. Though perhaps I ought to wait till after your show to make bad innuendo," he teased.
"Oh, but there's always room for bad innuendos," Miranda joked with a laugh. "It's like Jello."
Donaghan laughed.
"Oi. Now you're just asking for me to make bad innuendo. About things that aren't wiggly like jello. Though I do have a bit of pudge," he teased patting his stomach which was no longer the six pack it was when he was at the height of his career.
"Let me guess. Gives you something to grab onto," Miranda shot back with a smirk, resisting the urge to demonstrate by grabbing her own chest or ass. With her luck, that would be the exact moment that some cocky photographer would snap a picture.
"Something like that. I reckon you'll give as good as you get," he said with a grin. "I'd love to take you out for drinks, but I imagine any advances have to wait till after you show or else I'll suffer death by designer."
"I'm afraid so," she replied before winking. "Fashion week is ten times worse than any bout of PMT. The screaming, the tears, the pulling out of hair. Sadly, no amount of chocolate will make it better though."
"Does that mean a kiss won't make it better either?" Donaghan teased with a smirk.
Blushing slightly, Miranda shrugged coyly. "It may alleviate the symptoms for a short time."
"Well, in that case..." Donaghan said before brushing Miranda's hair back with his hand before leaning in and brushing his lips against hers.
Shivering into the soft kiss, Miranda couldn't help the smile quirking her lips as she pressed into the kiss a moment before pulling back. "Oh, you are trouble. I think I'll have to make sure work doesn't keep me too late on Monday."
Donaghan smiled.
"Well, I can always find another excuse to take you out if you're thoroughly exhausted after your show," Donaghan said. "Do you need to be at the next catwalk show or do you fancy a bit of a walk and maybe another drink?"
There was the unspoken offer of another kiss as well.
"You seem to be good with the excuses," Miranda teased before checking her watch. She should really be at the next catwalk, but there was still a little bit of time. And the next catwalk wasn't really a huge competitors of theirs... "I think I have a few minutes to spare."