Girly Things

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Girly Things

Joined: September 1st, 2013, 1:03 am

October 3rd, 2013, 4:39 am #1

The Mended Drum was not her first choice of bars but suggesting that you go to Biers for girly drinks was something that just wasn’t done. It suggested things that she did not really want her friend to think too much about. All Adelaide wanted to do tonight was to enjoy the company of Sweetpea. It had been far too long since the two had sat and chatted, there were things that needed to be discussed, mostly things of the male persuasion.

The dark haired young lady entered the pub cautiously, not really wanting to draw too much attention to herself. She was here to drink and chat and nothing more. She quickly got herself a beer and shuffled off to find a seat. It wasn’t that she was afraid of something happening; it was just that she wanted to avoid any scuffles. It would have helped if she wasn’t a woman but there was no changing that, the best she could do for now as keep her head down, hope Sweetpea was about, and try to remember to knee them in the socks if anyone got to friendly.

Addy was quick to snatch up a seat that was in the back and out of the way. She took a snip of her beer and wrinkled her nose, the drink was thick and wheat-y and not all that good. She needed Sweet to tell her what to drink here, the Seamstress was much better at this girl business and Adelaide. Hoping to find company the brown eyed lady’s eyes gave the tables a quick sweep, when she saw nothing her turned her attention back to her drink. Gingerly she took another bitter sip and looked about once more hoping for Sweet’s quick arrival.
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Sweetpea Thrumm
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October 18th, 2013, 9:51 am #2

The Mended Drum was crowded, but Sweetpea knew exactly how to deal with that. Unlike her friend, she had no qualms about ensuring she was on everyone's radar, rather than flying under them. For one thing, that was how she drummed up customers. Tonight, however, she was not working - she was on her way to have some fun. Pausing at the entrance of the Drum, she scanned the room slowly, searching for Addy. It went without saying that the other young woman had arrived first; Sweets did so love to make an entrance. Besides, hair like this didn't just happen. Spotting her friend, she smiled, and then gently adjusted the neckline of her tight-fitting (most of her clothes were tight, let's be honest) blue dress. Clearing her throat, she tapped on the shoulder of the nearest man and said sweetly, "You're in my way."

This would ordinarily have been reason enough for a fight at the Drum, but when the man whirled around his eyes were inexorably drawn downwards, and he suddenly forgot what he was going to say. Sweetpea rolled her eyes and made a gentle flapping motion with her hand. Men were such idiots. This idiot stepped aside, and then shoved his friend, pushing him out of her way too. Favouring him with a smile, Sweets swept through the gap, shoulders back and head held high. There were certain advantages to having a low-cut dress and a well-endowed chest. Casually, she grabbed a reaching hand and twisted it away painfully, reprimanding its owner with a simple, "Don't touch the merchandise." The hand was duly withdrawn, its owner wincing. Messing with a seamstress was an unhealthy life choice in Ankh-Morpork, because it generally resulted in an extremely painful visit from the Agony Aunts.

It didn't take her long to arrive at Addy's table, a genuine smile appearing on her face as she closed the gap between herself and her friend. As much as she could wield her seamstress wiles over a certain type of crowds, on some nights she just wanted to be a woman - and have an enormous amount of fun, of course! "Addy!" She flung her arms out, pulling the more conservatively dressed girl into an exuberant hug. "So good to see you! How are you, love?" Behind her, the semi-open pathway she'd forged slowly sealed shut again, the crowd blinking its way free from thoughts of what was under her bodice. "Oh, darling... beer, really? From the Drum?" She shook her head, lifting herself onto the chair beside Addy's. "Doesn't matter. We're not stopping here all night, that's for sure."
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October 24th, 2013, 3:14 am #3

There was a ripple in the crowd, and Adelaide was certain that it marked the arrival of Sweetpea. In some ways the dark haired woman was envious of her friend; sometimes Addy wished that she could control a room in the same way as her friend. Sweetpea had such a way about her and it seemed almost effortless. Addy knew she would never be able to act in that way. Her mother had tried to teach her but the lessons never stuck, Adelaide was far too rough for low cut dresses.

Addy gave a wave to direct her friend then gave little shake of her head and roll of her eyes as she noted the would-be fight her friend seemed to want to cause. There was shoving and a parting in the crowd. A man reached to grab Sweetpea and Addy barely stiffened and stifled what could only be described as a growl. The dark haired woman knew well enough that the steamstress could handle herself in a rough crowd but there was still always safety in numbers. Addy wasn’t a hero but that didn’t mean that she would help a friend in need. Luckily there was no reason for the werewolf to rush in.

Sweet’s smile was warm and friendly and Addy returned an overly happy smile. She couldn’t help but always be excited to meet people particularly if she had not seen them in some time, it was just how she was. The way Addy saw it there were worse traits to have. “Sweetpea!”She smiled back, “It is good to see you too. I take it that you are well? We have so much that needs discussing.” A sheepish grin spread across her face as the blonde woman noted her drink choice “I knew it would be no good but what more can I say? I am not very good at picking drinks,” she admitted, “It is exquisitely bad today though. It is truly some sort of accomplishment.” She gave a knowing nod and then offered the glass in a joking manner.

“And just where do you plan on taking us this evening,” Addy asked, “I thought I picked a good place and that you liked it here.” The young lady gave a careful glance around the bar. She was use to rough crowds and less than wholesome bars but the Drum had never really made her feel welcomed.
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November 1st, 2013, 3:24 pm #4

"It is good to see you too. I take it that you are well? We have so much that needs discussing."

Sweetpea grinned, nodding her head. "Hear hear. I've been in serious need of some girl time." Yes, technically Sweets worked around other woman a lot, or at least hung out with them while waiting for work to turn up, that didn't mean that it was the same at all. The kinds of things she discussed with Addy were more personal. No shop talk here, just good old fashioned gossip and fun. It didn't hurt any that there would be alcohol involved... that always spiced up a conversation pretty easily. It helped that she and Addy genuinely got along with each other. They didn't need to talk about anything in particular to have a good time. That was what she was really looking forward to, to be honest... just a chance to relax and let her hair down. Metaphorically. Her hair didn't look this good without some serious work and she wasn't going to let that go to waste.

"I knew it would be no good but what more can I say? I am not very good at picking drinks. It is exquisitely bad today though. It is truly some sort of accomplishment."

Rolling her eyes playfully, Sweets leaned one elbow on the table in front of her, using her other hand to hitch up her neckline again. It was nice to be able to use her assets to get whatever she wanted, but sometimes she just wanted to put the puppies to bed. As much as she liked being pretty and getting complimented on her looks, there was a limit. Sometimes a girl just needed someone to look at her eyes once in a while. "I think that's a genuine talent you have there," she teased her friend with a twinkle in her eye. "If only there were a way to make money out of it." Oh yeah, Sweetpea was a Morpork girl through and through.

"And just where do you plan on taking us this evening? I thought I picked a good place and that you liked it here."

"I do like it here," Sweets reassured her friend with a bob of her blonde head. "But it's kind of everyday, you know? We can do so much better." She winked at her friend, a wink that foretold of drinks with umbrellas in them in Addy's very near future. When it came to having fun with girlfriends, Sweets was something of a traditionalist like that. She waved to the barman and gestured at herself and her friend, an action which resulted in two cups of alcohol being delivered to their table. The Drum wasn't much good at pretty or fancy drinks, but if you wanted something straight and hard it was a good place to be. It didn't pay to ask too many questions, however. This seemed pretty much like rum to her eye, and her eye had seen a lot of alcohol in its time, so it'd know. She picked up hers and held it up towards her friend. "Let the night begin!" she proclaimed.
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November 1st, 2013, 9:08 pm #5


“If you find a way to sell it I will happily lend my services,” Addy grinned as she pushed the bitter drink away knowing her friend would order something far better in due time. Granted it would probably be pink and frilly but Addy need more girlyness in her life. Bedsides that the drink would taste good and that was what mattered most.

“I understand. No need for the same old tonight,” the young lady said with a nod . The young lady liked a routine probably more than the next gal and even she understood what Sweet meant. So long as she wasn’t the one needing to make the decisions Addy was happy to follow her friend along to new and exciting place. The blonde’s wink mad her a little nervous, to her it meant that there was no real plan for the night and they could end up anywhere. There were a lot of anywhers Addy would rather not end up.

“You have to show me just how you manage to get your hair like that,” the dark haired woman requested, admiring her friend’s handiwork. Her own hair hung loose around her shoulders and looked rather plain next to her friend’s masterpiece.

Her friend gave a wave of her hand and alcohol quickly appeared at the table. “Here is to a good night,” she smiled, trying hard not to inhale as she brought the drink to her lips. Only the gods knew what it actually was and she would rather not torture her senses trying to find out that secret. Quickly she dispatched the drink. Addy’s nose scrunched and she gave a little giggle as she placed the glass back onto the table. It certainly tasted like rum which was a good start even if rum was not a favorite of hers.

The dark haired woman placed her elbows on the table, and folded her fingers over one another. She gave her friend a deeply serious look for half a moment before she spoke. “You must have some good stories,” she said eagerly, “and I want to hear them. You always have such fun stories.”

“I will tell you about the new man I met,” she offered in return for a story, hoping that the chance to talking about young men would spur her friend on. Sweet didn’t need to know that the man was really not much more than a boy and that he was a wizard just yet.
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Sweetpea Thrumm
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April 1st, 2014, 9:37 am #6

"If you find a way to sell it I will happily lend my services."

Laughing, Sweets nodded her head. "I'll let you know if anything comes up," she said, lightly teasingly, flicking her nail against the side of Addy's glass. In fact, underneath the joking, there was a part of her mind that was considering it. Apart from getting people to bet on it, though, she couldn't think of anything that would work. This wasn't really the time for that - tonight wasn't about making money, it was more about spending it! Well, not spending too much, but spending enough of it to ensure a good time. It was possible to have fun without money, any kid from the Shades knew that, but the kind of fun she was after tonight did require a certain level of alcoholic lubrication, and so cost money. If she really wanted to, she could get most of the drinks on the house, but she wasn’t working tonight, was she?

"I understand. No need for the same old tonight."

Taking a sip of her drink, Sweets sighed contentedly, relaxing a little in her seat and leaning one elbow on the table. Politeness she had learned, but manners weren’t such a big part of a childhood in the Shades. Nobody cared where you put your elbows if there was no food on the table. "The girls are always telling me about good places to go," she said with a smile. "I figured it was about time we tried them out." Naturally no restaurant, club or bar could claim to be good until it had been vetted by Sweets and Addy (well, maybe the restaurants could). Besides, she was getting a bit bored of the same-old, same-old. There were new bars and, more importantly, new colourful drinks to investigate!

"You have to show me just how you manage to get your hair like that"

"Hmm, trade secret," she said with a wink. Patting her mane of blonde hair a little vainly, she chuckled. "It takes a fair amount of dwarvish talent and possibly some actual magic." Sweetpea was blessed with hair that was curly without being completely unmanageable or eating hairbrushes or anything like that. Unfortunately, it was prone to frizz, and she often woke up with an Ankh-Morpork afro. It had taken her some dedicated effort (and help from her mother, whose hair had some of the same traits) to find a routine that kept her wild tangles manageable – and, of course, beautiful. The girls at work were an endless supply of hair ideas, whether for the styling or maintenance thereof, and so Sweets was able to maintain her ‘do and the associated light sprinkling of glamour.

"Here is to a good night."

Raising her cup, Sweets replied effusively, "I’ll drink to that!" She clinked her drink against Addy’s, slightly spilling some of it onto the table. This was not a problem, as the tables at the Drum had developed a thick crust of many years’ worth of various stains, and were now essentially laminated for easy lazy-wipe-down cleaning. Taking a rather unladylike swig, Sweets set her glass down and grinned widely. "So where do you want to go first, girl? I’m thinking the Kit Kat Club first – there’s always a good party going on there, and they have a new cocktail I want to try!" Ankh-Morpork’s nightlife could be said to be democratic in that there was an evening’s entertainment available no matter your preference or price range. Sweetpea intended to exhaust as many of her options tonight as their feet and livers would allow.

"You must have some good stories, and I want to hear them. You always have such fun stories."

With a giggle, Sweets brushed her hair back off her shoulders. "It sort of comes with the job. Do you want to hear the one about the accountant who came in the other day?" The nicest thing about spending girls’ nights out with friends who weren’t seamstresses was that every story became exciting. She and her 'colleagues' had become a little blasé about certain things over time, but for someone not in the business, as it were, the stories regained their risqué charm. Getting to her feet, Sweets drained the last of her drink, ready to be on her way. There was so much to do – why waste time here, right? "You ready to get going?"

"I will tell you about the new man I met."

"Ooo, details!" Sweetpea insisted immediately, a certain gleam lighting up in her eyes. Addy knew very well that the Seamstress loved a good bit of gossip, especially if she could hear it from the horse's mouth - but even more than that, she loved to know what was going on in her friends' lives. It wasn't that she was nosy... well, okay, she was nosy, but she wasn't the type to spread it around or feel any Schadenfreude at their misfortunes either. It was a way that she felt able to connect with people. She had a pretty good head for remembering details like this, too, which made her popular with a certain type of client, the kind that found the whole encounter less embarrassing once they were able to stop looking at it as a financial transaction. Sweetpea didn't mind this, although she did see it as a financial transaction. At least she could use a slight personality quirk to some concrete benefit, right? Work was the last thing on her mind right now, though: she just wanted those juicy details!
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