The Girls Go Shopping [Blair]
Posted: 22 Jan 2017, 02:39
It hadn’t been hard, coming up with ideas to try and spend time with her grandchilde - the word itself something that Castalia was too stubborn to actually use. After getting Blair’s number from Cedric’s phone, the brunette had sent her a simple text Hello Blair, it’s Castalia. I was wondering if you’d like to join me shopping? and then gone back to work. Although it was almost a month after New Years - her memory of the night causing her lips to twitch upwards at the corners, she was still able to find glitter along the tops of some of the booths. And after a pipe had burst causing the club to close for the evening, the allurist had decided that it wouldn’t too frustrating of a task to try and remove it.
Unfortunately, with Valentine’s Day around the corner, and the knowledge of her thrall wishing to add more for the holiday, Castalia’s attempts with a roll of duct tape didn’t get her too far. With a sigh given, the woman straightened up and pushed herself out of one of the booths. Contact colored light green eyes lifted to the digital clock on the wall and she pursed her lips, dusting her hands off on her jeans - grimacing as she found a patch of the glitter having rubbed off with her action. Removing the tape off her hand, Castalia used the freehand to check her phone briefly before moving to toss the sticky glittered covered mess into the garbage can.
Her thrall, Rhys, had gone off with the plumber and electrician once they had arrived - leaving her to submit the insurance claim, the photographs being submitted both electronically and through fax earlier on. "Frank," She called to the old man behind the bar, who looked up at her as she walked in his direction, "I’m heading out for a little bit. Do you need anything?" She picked up her light blue scarf from her pile of belongings and draped it over her shoulders, her jacket following a moment later. "No, go on out, Talia." He replied in his gruff voice, watching her pull the beanie on top of her head with an amused expression. He hadn’t missed the teasing that Rhys had given her about stealing it for the day from Cedric.
"I will, merci. If any one needs me, my phone will be on." Even though she said it every time, she knew they wouldn’t call her. Her staff thought she worked too much anyway. Reaching up to pull her hair out from underneath the scarf and jacket, Castalia then straightened out the diamond studded quaver pendant that she wore before she collected her keys and wallet; it wasn't too far a walk to the mall, and while she didn't need the exercise any more, she felt it'd do her some good.
Unfortunately, with Valentine’s Day around the corner, and the knowledge of her thrall wishing to add more for the holiday, Castalia’s attempts with a roll of duct tape didn’t get her too far. With a sigh given, the woman straightened up and pushed herself out of one of the booths. Contact colored light green eyes lifted to the digital clock on the wall and she pursed her lips, dusting her hands off on her jeans - grimacing as she found a patch of the glitter having rubbed off with her action. Removing the tape off her hand, Castalia used the freehand to check her phone briefly before moving to toss the sticky glittered covered mess into the garbage can.
Her thrall, Rhys, had gone off with the plumber and electrician once they had arrived - leaving her to submit the insurance claim, the photographs being submitted both electronically and through fax earlier on. "Frank," She called to the old man behind the bar, who looked up at her as she walked in his direction, "I’m heading out for a little bit. Do you need anything?" She picked up her light blue scarf from her pile of belongings and draped it over her shoulders, her jacket following a moment later. "No, go on out, Talia." He replied in his gruff voice, watching her pull the beanie on top of her head with an amused expression. He hadn’t missed the teasing that Rhys had given her about stealing it for the day from Cedric.
"I will, merci. If any one needs me, my phone will be on." Even though she said it every time, she knew they wouldn’t call her. Her staff thought she worked too much anyway. Reaching up to pull her hair out from underneath the scarf and jacket, Castalia then straightened out the diamond studded quaver pendant that she wore before she collected her keys and wallet; it wasn't too far a walk to the mall, and while she didn't need the exercise any more, she felt it'd do her some good.