The pair worked diligently trying to get the specs of the floor above, Becky, her human thrall she often referred to as BeBe, held one end of the measuring tape while she held the other end, going room to room taking measurements of the space. They shot off shoot ideas about color schemes and décor options back and forth.
“Wooden floors?” Bebe offered up to Crissy who just returned a look, not just any look but a look that said no way.
“Wooden floors have been done to death; there is no pizzazz in that. I was thinking marble.” She shot back to the other woman.
“Yes but hardwood floors would offer a more home style feel instead of an instructional feel.” The mouse brown haired girl retorted,
“And don’t you want to have a nice home-style feel to the place?”
Cristiana did not object this time, the look spewn across her facial features said she was going to give it some thought, muse over the matter in question.
“What about the walls? Should we flat paint them one color or make every room a different style or feel?” Cristiana was starting to listen more to the thrall since she had been around for such a long period of time.
“While it would be easier to paint the whole place one flat color, and probably cheaper in the cost as well, I think many colors would hold a transgression allure to it. Also, give a less clinical feel to the place. Besides, we don’t want the pool area the same as the classrooms.” The young girl offered up to the raven haired master. She got a nod of approval from Cristiana since it was what was on the mind of the woman.
“Let’s take these specks down to the office and begin the tedious process of mapping a floor plan, getting color swatches and paint textiles together.” Cristiana said rolling the measuring tape backup and grabbing her clip board off the floor making a few final notes onto the paper. She headed down the lit spiral stairway onto the main floor of the club. It was then she remembered the event going on within the club itself. She silently cursed herself for forgetting. Bebe looked to Cristiana in question, to whom Cristiana nodded that she should head to the party and Crissy would follow in soon. She needed to take a moment to gather herself before heading in herself.
Bebe wandered toward the V.I.P. Room where the majority was gathering. Bebe was always presentable as per Cristiana’s request. It was more a
business attire then party goer ready, but it would make due. Becky wore a fashionable layered sleek skirt with a flirty purple blouse tucked under a matching black blazer. The heels were silver to match the accessories she wore taking away some of the dark colors of the outfit. When she stepped into the room, she placed her clutch onto a table ordering a virgin variation of one of the alcoholic beverages the bar provided. She was pleasantly surprised the other co-owner was up on the stage singing so harmonically, Crissy very rarely sang.
Cristiana took off the royal blue blazer in the office, discarding it onto the back of the chair behind the desk. She opened the draw with the quick get yourself together emergency kit she put together just in case. That drawer had come in handy more times then she could count on one hand. She spritzed her hair with the water bottle once it was down from the bun, mainly to get rid of the line of demarcation where the originally ponytail holder had been. With a quick blow dry, her hair hung down below her waist in cascading waves. The springy curls looked almost wild but much manicured. She reapplied some of the makeup that had worn off since she’d applied it that morning when she woke up and headed down to the wedding boutique, before coming to the club itself. Red lips, shadowy casted eye lids over her violet hue eyes, the slightest hint of a pinkened cheek and she was party ready facial wise. A quick spray of the perfume, Gucci Guilty, and she no longer smelled of the work she had been doing all day. Not that she often ‘smelled’ but when you headed home in the wee hours of the morning just before dawn broke in the sky there was a distinct feeling of work that made you feel like you smelled of it. With a quick spray of the perfume, that feeling went away leaving an invigorated Crissy in the wake of work Crissy.
At the doorway she stopped to text someone to come down to the club before slipping the
stiletto strappy heels onto her feet. The bounce out the door was her balancing on one foot while attaching the strap to the buckle. A simple
classic little black dressshe’d wore under the blazer made for a prefect evening out attire, she was ready for the gathering.
As she approached the V.I.P room, she stopped to order a round for the room to be delivered immediately at the cost of the house while she took one of her specialty flavored brandy from her private stock. Slipping in, she headed for the table Becky sat at waving to a few people. Quiet, as to not disturb someone she thought so highly of but also seen as a mentor and business partner, she sat down beside her assistant listening to how beautifully Temperance Avila sang, something she had heard only a scant few times in the long past which she’d known the woman.
