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thisavrou_log2016-04-16 03:12 am
gentlemenpreferblondes) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-04-16 03:12 am
(OPEN) - Beneath the make up and behind the smile I'm just a girl
Who: J and everyone else!
When: Backdated from 1st of April to 13th. Before the trials + event logbecause i can
Where: J's makeup studio + bar !
What: Catch all log for this month
Warnings: Some out-dated slurs? Closed thread with Sans contains talk about the past sexual abuse and death. Will update if/when needed!
Make up
At first, way back on the January, J had only eye rolled at the job that the captains had assigned to her. Sure, go ahead and give the nelly a makeup studio, of course she'll know what to do. But it hadn't taken long from her to see the bright sides of the job. Really, having a roomful of beauty products had pretty sweet perks. The equipment they had first given to her hadn't been too great, but thanks to their stops at Eris and Emiri, she has been able to gather and add more products and items to it. Plus, she was rather lucky not to have that many customers, so her working hours were very flexible, making it possible for her to come and go just as she pleased-- which suited her better than well.
However, despite being more interested in playing hooky than keeping the shop open for potential customers, it's not too rare to find J loitering around her workshop. After all, it was perfect place for her to go and hide whenever she needed some privacy (somewhat a rarity nowadays that she has to share her bedroom with three other people). And it was good to at least let the captains think that she's doing her job.
The door's always closed but one can always tell whether she's in or not from the jazz music, more specifically: music by Marilyn Monroe -- her often singing along with it, that keeps playing whenever she's present. If someone were to open the door, they'd find J either laying on the couch while reading different kind of magazines that she's collected from the library, or then fixing her own make up.
BAR
While J loves her little 'beauty salon', and wouldn't want to trade it for anything, there was no denying that she was in her true element when working at the bar. She had been only little over 14 years old when she had gotten her first job at the shady, local pub near her school, where she had used to sneak in secret from the teachers and rest of the school staff. The only downside to this job was that it's not nearly as easy just to ditch the work now that she has a co-worker, who's more than strict when it comes to showing up to shifts.
Oh well. Good thing that she loves this job and while she's not exactly the best bartender around, as it's her first time working on this side of the counter, but at least she has some kind of clue what to do. Although, that still doesn't mean that J takes this job too seriously either. As she can most of time be found poking her MID, playing certain romance game in it, not caring whether it was a busy night or not.
She's also rather lenient about giving alcohol to people who haven't reached the legal drinking age because hey. She started using alcohol at age of 14 and she's not one to deny it from other kids.
WILDCARD!:
create your own adventures!
[prose and action tags are both welcomed!]
When: Backdated from 1st of April to 13th. Before the trials + event log
Where: J's makeup studio + bar !
What: Catch all log for this month
Warnings: Some out-dated slurs? Closed thread with Sans contains talk about the past sexual abuse and death. Will update if/when needed!
Make up
At first, way back on the January, J had only eye rolled at the job that the captains had assigned to her. Sure, go ahead and give the nelly a makeup studio, of course she'll know what to do. But it hadn't taken long from her to see the bright sides of the job. Really, having a roomful of beauty products had pretty sweet perks. The equipment they had first given to her hadn't been too great, but thanks to their stops at Eris and Emiri, she has been able to gather and add more products and items to it. Plus, she was rather lucky not to have that many customers, so her working hours were very flexible, making it possible for her to come and go just as she pleased-- which suited her better than well.
However, despite being more interested in playing hooky than keeping the shop open for potential customers, it's not too rare to find J loitering around her workshop. After all, it was perfect place for her to go and hide whenever she needed some privacy (somewhat a rarity nowadays that she has to share her bedroom with three other people). And it was good to at least let the captains think that she's doing her job.
The door's always closed but one can always tell whether she's in or not from the jazz music, more specifically: music by Marilyn Monroe -- her often singing along with it, that keeps playing whenever she's present. If someone were to open the door, they'd find J either laying on the couch while reading different kind of magazines that she's collected from the library, or then fixing her own make up.
BAR
While J loves her little 'beauty salon', and wouldn't want to trade it for anything, there was no denying that she was in her true element when working at the bar. She had been only little over 14 years old when she had gotten her first job at the shady, local pub near her school, where she had used to sneak in secret from the teachers and rest of the school staff. The only downside to this job was that it's not nearly as easy just to ditch the work now that she has a co-worker, who's more than strict when it comes to showing up to shifts.
Oh well. Good thing that she loves this job and while she's not exactly the best bartender around, as it's her first time working on this side of the counter, but at least she has some kind of clue what to do. Although, that still doesn't mean that J takes this job too seriously either. As she can most of time be found poking her MID, playing certain romance game in it, not caring whether it was a busy night or not.
She's also rather lenient about giving alcohol to people who haven't reached the legal drinking age because hey. She started using alcohol at age of 14 and she's not one to deny it from other kids.
WILDCARD!:
create your own adventures!
[prose and action tags are both welcomed!]
BAR!
And there's the added bonus of getting to annoy one of his favorite people at the same time. Win-win.
He quite literally seems to appear on a bar stool while her attention is on her MID. He's grinning widely, leaning his elbows on the counter top.]
What's a guy got to do to get a little attention around here?
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Being all suddenly spoken to makes her flinch a little from the surprise but recovers almost immediately as she recognizes the voice. Slowly, she lifts her gaze up from the game and looks at him under her eyelashes, smiling playfully.]
Oh, I don't know. Try 'hello.'
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Hello, then. [He draws it out, chin in hand.] I heard somebody got a new job, I had to come see for myself. Congratulate you and all that.
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Little birds have been busy, I see. [She says like it's a some kind of secret.]
But thank you, Peter. For taking the trouble to come see little old me during such dull the evening like this.
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[His smile turns sly.]
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[His sly smile doesn't surprise her a bit. She knew it was only a matter of time before he'd appear here in hopes of getting some booze.]
Something to drink? If you want I can fix you something if you'd like, darling.
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[His smile widens. He didn't think she'd make a fuss over it, but it still feels like a little victory that she'd agreeing so easily.]
Yes, please. Make me something special, won't you J?
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[Opening one of the cold drawers s, she takes out a carton and pours red liquid from it into the glass.]
There you go. [She places the glass in front of him. Drink up, Peter. It's cranberry juice.]
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I don't know about you, but when I'm from most adults are pretty much drunks. My mom keeps more alcohol in the living room then family photos. I know a drink when I smell it.
[He taps the rim of the glass, shaking his head.]
I'm not a kid J. Give me something real, please.
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[Her own dad spent the last yeas he was alive drunk beyond comprehension. She's familiar with the sight of empty liquor bottles where they don't belong.
She grabs the glass and takes a sip from it-- her smile turning just as sly as his before.]
Are you not? Well, in that case be more specific. What is 'the real deal'?
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[He didn't really have a problem with his mother's drinking. He couldn't begrudge her a vice with the life she'd lead, as long as it didn't effect the little girl in the house.]
Something with an actual proof. Or even just a beer if you're going to hold out on me.
[He leans forward, smiling again.] Come on J, serve me a real drink. today's been boring, help me make tonight a little more fun.
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[She says and slightly arches up a brow, smile widening. She, too, had quite lot of thoughts and feelings when it came to her father and his addiction to alcohol-- but none of them were ill-natured.
When Peter asks for the second time, she took few steps back and turned around to open one of the cupboards, revealing a collection of different shaped bottles. J still wasn't familiar with all the drinks they had on Moira, as all of them were originally from the different planets they had visited. She takes out one dark glass bottle with inscrutable writing on it and pours him another drink. It's not the strongest one they have around, but it the bitter taste and smoky scent of it are deceitful enough.]
Here you go, tough guy. Although I must admit that I was hoping to be enough entertainment for you.
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[He watches her make another drink, taking it and raising it in a mock cheer when she hands it over. The first sip is small, he learned his lesson on trying to chug from taking bottles from his mother's stash. It's not the best thing he's ever tried, but it's real and he appreciates that she listened to him. Even if his initial reaction of a tightly scrunched up face doesn't show it.
Maybe he should have went the 'girly' route and asked for it mixed.]
That's real. [He coughs, laughs and takes another drink.] Well, you are very entertaining. But you're working. Someone else comes in here and you have to go and serve them. You could be gone a whole five minutes and what am I supposed to do in that time?
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[She teases, remembering their last 'date.'
His reaction to the drink makes her laugh shortly. Just as she expected, he didn't like the taste and yet he keeps drinking it. Boys are really such a fools sometimes.]
Oh no. Five whole minutes without my constant attention? Must be hell for you.
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[He waggles his eyebrows. He might be chasing her but there's no reason he can't force the implication to be lighthearted.
He takes another drink, grimacing this time because she's not too far off the truth. Most things in life are a special sort of torture for him, with how quickly he processes things and how slow the world is as a result. He doesn't think anyone quite gets how constant he needs attention to be.]
What can I say? I just really hate being ignored by pretty girls.
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[She makes a small mental note of the no-dad comment but his casualness about the subject makes her let it pass without making a comment about it. Though it could explain why the family is a big deal to him.]
So needy. I'll do my best to fill in for all those girls [She teases, stressing out the plural form, and leans over the counter, resting her chin on her hand. The grimace doesn't go unnoticed by her but she doesn't think too much of it, believing it to be because of the drink's taste.] Is it too much for you? I could always get you something sweeter.
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[Which he can admit to eyeing a few times even if he finds driving boring.]
You've done a pretty good job so far. [Let her tease, he'll use the same tone right back. Maybe it'll hide that he's being serious.] Too much? Come on, do I look like a wimp to you?