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Post by Vanessa VanRyan on Sept 30, 2009 3:26:35 GMT -5
Vanessa had steadily been doing better ever since she moved in with Derek. It helped that he was a fantastic room mate. Whoever managed to claim him would be lucky indeed. Not only did he look like a greek god, he could cook like a five star chef. Although he was ruthlessly organized and tidy he had a maid that came by once a week to clean the non-existent mess, and still he was surprisingly easy to get along with.
She had discovered many things about him ever since he took her home that one night, the biggest discovery being that he was a total fake. He may look like a ruthless player but underneath it all he was prince charming. He had even made her breakfast in bed the next morning after he took her in.
Perhaps Vanessa should have been wary after all it was in her experience that the better things got, the worse they could get. But instead she was indulging in the newfound security and friendship.
Her only problem was Nathalia. She didn't know how the woman felt about her moving in with Derek, and she desperately didn't want to step on any toes. So that's why she was here tonight.
It was her first paycheck that she didn't have to completely use for food or a place to stay and so she wanted to take her only real friend, other than Derek, out for some drinks as a sort of thank you.
She turned and smiled, "It'll be nice someone fixing you a drink for a while hmm?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Sept 30, 2009 17:04:55 GMT -5
Nathalia was dressed to the nines. She never turned down an opportunity to dress up. She could roll with the boys when she needed to, but she loved dressing up, and a trip to Enchanted sounded like the perfect chance.
"Yeah, or I'll complain all night about how I could have done it better," she replied to Vanessa, smiling a bit. The girl was starting to fill out... she didn't look so much like a stray, starving cat anymore.
"You look really pretty tonight, Vanessa. I take it my dear cousin isn't abusing you too much?"
(sorry it's short. They'll get better)
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Post by Philip Nesbitt on Oct 7, 2009 0:25:29 GMT -5
(I hope you don't mind my joining... I won't bother you just yet... I'll just leer creepily.)
Philip was sitting at the bar, sipping a glass of gin. As usual, he was scanning the room for girls. It was still early, though, and the cute girls didn't usually get drunk until the third or fourth drink. That was usually when he sprung into action. For now, however, he was just watching. There were a number of hot chicks at the club tonight, and he was watching to see which ones were most likely to do something stupid and reckless. And what was more stupid and reckless than him?
Two girls caught his eye as they approached the bar. They had just come in; he hadn't noticed them earlier. One was a lucious brunette, and the other a hot blonde. A slow, appreciative grin spread across his face, and he looked both of them up and down. How could he choose between them? What were the chances, he wondered, of getting them both to come home with him tonight?
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Post by Vanessa VanRyan on Oct 7, 2009 15:22:25 GMT -5
Vanessa let out a low sultry laugh barely discernible over the music, " If feeding me gourmet food every night is abuse then he can keep it up until I die...hmm death by gourmet food...I like the sound of that." she had been near starving, of course she'd be super appreciative of food. Right now, living with Derek, was like being in some sort of paradise, away from her worries. They would of course catch up with her, but she didn't have to think of that when Derek was taking care of her.
Indeed she was filling out, of course being half starved she lost a lot of her baby fat, not that she was ever really plump she never had been indulgent as a child so sweets and the like weren't a problem, but now after being gaunt when she was filling in she filled in, in the right places.
She was a short delicate package with her own charm, not that she cared too much for attention anyway, it was nice to know she could work a little black dress.
"This'll be the first paycheck I've been able to blow." she smiled, " Thanks for being here....and you know...for everything." she said sincerely.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 11, 2009 23:03:57 GMT -5
Nathalia laughed. "Yeah, that sounds like Derek. I wish I could say it means he's falling for you, but it probably just means he's going to start treating you like a little sister. The first couple of weeks I worked at Stu's, he dropped by every night to check on me. It's endearing."
She shrugged, looking around. She caught a man looking back at them, and gave him a smile out of habit before she turned her attention back to Vanessa.
"Don't mention it, Vanessa. Us girls have to stick together, right? I'm just glad you're not hiding out in the back of Stu's anymore." Her eyes twinkled. "Yes, I know about that."
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Post by Vanessa VanRyan on Oct 17, 2009 4:07:23 GMT -5
Vanessa's breath hitched, Derek?Fall for her? Nathalia was quick to disabuse her of the notion that would have made her sick to her stomach. Not that Derek was a bad catch, no certainly not, and Vanessa would be the first to sing his praises but she was no where near eager for a relationship right now. It would have been the worst thing possible in her mind.
Nathalia continued on and Vanessa's smile returned, she was a little sheepish, " I didn't think I could fool you. Not Really. Still Thank you for not telling Stu."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 24, 2009 22:43:32 GMT -5
"Oh, sweetie, Stu knew too," Nathalia replied, laughing. "Honestly, there's nothing that happens in that bar that he doesn't know about. But he's a sweet guy. You know, if Derek hadn't taken you in... Stu was actually considering offering you a place at his house. He bought a big place when he got married... and, well, now it's just him there. He probably would have liked the company."
The bartender finally came over, asking what they would drink, and Nathalia was so tempted to say something that she made up (often named by a friend of hers), but she went easy on the guy and asked for something simple, but with a strong kick, then looked towards Vanessa.
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Post by Vanessa VanRyan on Oct 24, 2009 22:48:37 GMT -5
Vanessa felt a little sucker punched. So Stu knew too? Helplessly her eyes watered. It came down on her head that not only was she not strong enough to help herself, but that everyone knew it. Not that she had much pride to lose, but it wasn't pride really that made her cry, rather the generosity of the people she now had in her life.
A grip of fear attached itself to her heart, what if she got one of them hurt? She couldn't bear that. In a sudden mood shift she lifted her chin then ordered something non-alcoholic.
"Drinks are on me tonight." she said then gave Nathalia a look that told her not to argue, Vanessa needed to do *something*, anything to gain part of her self worth back, even if that something was as small as buying Nathalia a drink.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 24, 2009 23:34:46 GMT -5
Nathalia noticed the change in her demeanor, but she didn't say anything.
"I say we find some poor sap to buy our drinks for us," she countered. "But until then, I'll be happy to let you handle it." She would have argued, but some part of her understood. She was a starving artist, really, so she knew how it felt to want to stand on your own two feet.
"Seriously, V, if you ever get sick of my cousin, you might think about taking Stu up on his offer."
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Post by Vanessa VanRyan on Oct 24, 2009 23:39:39 GMT -5
Vanessa let out a small laugh. "You say that as if it's possible to get sick of your cousin." she shook her head, then in a rare moment of ease she said something she never thought she would, "Besides, if I do get sick of your cousin I could always move into the castle." she shook her head and quickly turned a sarcastic note, "I am an heiress after all...didn't I tell you?"
Despite the truth of her words, she would never go back there. Never. And because of her circumstances being what they were, she was sure Nathalia wouldn't take her seriously.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Nov 15, 2009 22:43:09 GMT -5
Nathalia laughed as well. "At least he likes you. Believe me, you can get sick of him real fast when he's in one of his moods. He must really like you, though... he never lets anyone stay at his place. I've barely ever even stayed there."
Nathalia thought she was joking when she said she was an heiress, and she smiled. "Yeah, you and me both. One of these days, we'll have to take our rightful places at the thrones."
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Post by Vanessa VanRyan on Nov 20, 2009 2:23:17 GMT -5
Vanessa smiled slightly relieved, "That is *if* I get sick of Derek's cooking."
Nathalia surprised her about Derek's habits, and his not allowing anyone to stay over, the way she would have pinned it he seemed so good at playing host.
She hadn't really thought about the castle as a place to stay, mostly because she wasn't sure what kind of reception she would receive. She could barely recall when she was younger that Edward Montgomery was a kind man, but she had read somewhere that her brother and Edward were thick as thieves and so she doubted she'd be welcome anymore.
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Post by Philip Nesbitt on Nov 25, 2009 22:20:13 GMT -5
Phil continued to watch the two girls from a distance as he sipped his drink. He was rather single-minded in his focus on them; usually he liked to weigh his options before deciding. But he was pretty sure now that he wanted to go home with at least one of them. Something about the blonde made him think that he might have a better chance with her, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from trying with the brunette as well.
Yet he didn't make his move yet. He'd watch and wait until they'd had another drink or two.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Dec 6, 2009 2:06:32 GMT -5
"That's true... he certainly has talent in the kitchen." Nathalia wondered if Derek was developing feelings for the girl. She kind of wanted to see him happy, to find a good girl he could fall in love with, but she wasn't sure he was right for Vanessa. As much as she loved him, Vanessa was still too sweet and innocent for Derek.
Her eyes caught Philip's again, noting that he was still watching them, but casually, and she couldn't tell how interested he was. Well, if he wanted to flirt with either of them, he certainly had the oppertunity. She shrugged it off.
"So, why are you at Stu's? Voice like yours, you could be working movies, the stage. At least a nicer place like Ambrosia."
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Post by Vanessa VanRyan on Dec 7, 2009 19:25:12 GMT -5
Vanessa shook her head with modesty. She already pushed towards fame and fortune in the states, now she sought quiet anonymity. Though she had already made the mistake of singing at all thus receiving attention in the first place, she wasn't about to make it worse by singing somewhere bigger.
"I'm nothing special. Besides I don't think I'd like leaving you or Stu so much." She smiled, "Both of you and Derek have sort of become the only family I have." she nudged her friend, "And you? You have more talent behind a bar than anyone I've seen you could be working any club any bar...why Stu's?"
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Post by Philip Nesbitt on Dec 30, 2009 0:05:49 GMT -5
Phil sipped his drink while he continued to watch the girls. He wasn't quite close enough to hear their conversation, but they definitely seemed to be in the middle of a discussion of some sort. He definitely wanted to be a little closer, though... maybe if he edged closer he could time his approach just right.
Picking up his drink, he moved a few seats down, to where the free bowl of pretzels sat. This worked as an excuse... if anyone asked, he just wanted to eat a few pretzels. Taking out a handful, he placed them on a napkin in front of him and shoved a few in his moiuth before turning his attention back to the girls.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 6, 2010 16:12:25 GMT -5
Nathalia laughed incredulously. "Please, you've got a better voice than most anyone I've heard. You're on level with that muggle girl... what was her name? Judy Garland? I love her."
She took a long sip from her drink, her eyes moving around the place. It was like she was constantly watching for something, someone, maybe, but she didn't know what. She wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to the guy by the pretzels.
"You know, I learned to bartend in New York, and I really only do it here to keep myself entertained, and for some kind of income. The relatives will only help so much, you know? Stu's a sweetheart and I would never leave him. I do art, though. I'm hoping I can make that lucrative, one day."
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Post by Vanessa VanRyan on Jan 6, 2010 17:35:08 GMT -5
Vanessa smiled quietly, Judy Garland was an inspiration to Vanessa, and she had been very sad when the woman died at such an early age.
"Really? I'd love to see some of it if you'd ever care to share." she smiled. Though Vanessa could have made her singing quite lucrative she never got the chance. It was more Wes' dream than her own, she would have been happy to live quietly out of the way somewhere with him, maybe have a kid or two and die in peace at an old age, but he had such big dreams. Vanessa's only dream now was to survive...even if she wasn't sure what she was still trying to do that for.
Then something registered to Vanessa that she hadn't noticed before, "New York..?" her expression changed completely and if possible she lost a few shades attaining a whiter palor.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 14, 2010 13:04:53 GMT -5
Nathalia shrugged. "Sure. What good is art if no one else can see it, right? People are usually surprised when they see the kind of style I have though. It's more... classical than is expected of me, I think. Merlin knows I don't do anything quite traditionally."
She hadn't been looking at Vanessa when she told her about New York, so she just nodded. "Yeah, I was there for a year. I just needed a change from London. Why, have you been there?"
She turned finally, but her smile slipped. Did Vanessa look paler?
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Post by Philip Nesbitt on Jan 14, 2010 16:49:30 GMT -5
Philip was getting bored. Surely these girls hadn’t come to just talk to each other? Why weren’t they mingling? Or at least looking around?
He was close enough to hear at least part of their conversation, but none of it really meant much to him. All he really wanted to know was if either of them had a boyfriend that they were planning to meet. And if he could get either of their names, that would be useful, too.
But to amuse himself, he waved the bartender over and told him in a whisper to send two drinks over to the girls, on him. Maybe that would attract their attention, at least.
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