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Post by spiderbear on Jan 12, 2011 2:40:39 GMT -8
Bombalurina sighed, tencing some with the bustle of Felidaens around her, enjoying the festivities. She had to admit, it was a beautiful hotel; rival to no one in the small city, but the very thought of such a public engagement made her spine chill uncomfortably.
Although, she had a job to do. Albeit, a badly paid one, but a job nonetheless. Her boss was no doubt snooping around here somewhere, salivating over the affairs of others, but she was far less relaxed. Having safely deposited her Camera away from sticky paws, she smoothed her own shaky ones over her ebony dress. The black velveteen was tight - Had it shrunk when she washed it last? Or were her hips and bust simply against the conformity of glamorous flappers, revolting in protest? - much too tight for her liking. The new Bombalurina was conservative, not...a common hussy.
Dipping her head with a self-concious tilt to the floor, the scarlet queen managed to wade her way through the flood of upperclass, beguilingly bejeweled patrons, towards what she assumed was the bar.
By cat she needed a drink.
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Post by amanika on Jan 12, 2011 2:49:36 GMT -8
Tugger didn't find much to interest him at the buffet tables, he was feeling too uncomfortable to eat, half afraid of spilling something on the suit. He made his way over to the bar area instead, wishing it would be serving anything other than just soft drinks, but given this was a public event, not likely.
Still, it at least provided Tugger with something to lean against, which felt less awkward than hovering in a space. He glanced about him, from his new vantage point, he could see the flash of red fur where his brother was greeting the guests at the door, Munkustrap and Electra were still nowhere to be seen, and he couldn't honestly say he recognised anyone else.
However, as he scanned the crowds a little closer to, Tugger couldn't help but clock the queen nearby in the black dress. She was stunning, but it wasn't so much that which drew his eyes to her as the fact she looked almost as uncomfortable as he felt.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 12, 2011 3:09:15 GMT -8
Non-alcoholic
She couldn't help but feel as if the Heavyside had cursed her. Not only was she forcibly in attendance at the insistance of her boss, but being made to deal with such a situation sober sent an uncomfortable chill down her spine.
Bombalurina gave a slight huff, side stepping out of the way of one of the other guests boasting to another, the very sound of such barrel-bellied laughter and the sharp aristocratic taint of money slightly harsh to her softly flickering ears. She'd taken the invitation to arrive as her boss' plus one, simply because he hinted at a bonus that only Cat knows she needed, but soon after he'd disappeared with his nose to the floor in search of a good scoop did she realised how positively idiotic it was to accept in the first place.
Brushing some of her long, dark scarlet hair from the curb of her face, an unfortunate side effect of having it up for so long one forgot how unruly a peekaboo hairstyle could be, turning to click her satin heel on the ground.
"Three minutes..." She murmurred to herself, paws finding her hips and slipping them down the velveteen of her dress, pooling at her feet. "Three minutes or so Heavyside help me I'm walking out of here..." She vowed near silently to the busy ballroom that if her boss bothered to return, she'd already have left after her three agonising minutes.
Shifting her weight from one hind paw to her next, she curled her paws nervously together in front of her, the stifling atmosphere playing carefully on her concious doubt. Bombalurina would have much rather been at home, curled safely up under the covers, but it appeared her self-pity was not as easily confined to the safety of her doona.
"Alright...Two more minutes..." She breathed out heavily, beginning to tap her heel on the expensive looking floors. She prayed to all things Feline her boss had forgotten her, and she would be allotted her freedom in a short while.
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Post by amanika on Jan 12, 2011 10:54:20 GMT -8
Tugger's eyes stayed with the fidgiting queen, and a frown started to form on his face, if he was feeling uncomfortable, she seemed to be doubly so. He watched her for a moment longer before making up his mind.
"If y'don't mind me askin', are you alright?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 12, 2011 19:01:46 GMT -8
Bombalurina stilled very slightly, turning with some surprise to meet someone - a handsome someone - addressing her. It took a moment to register he was actually talking to her, her apple green eyes blinking widely in some tentativeness.
"Uh, to be honest no. I hate..." She glanced around, seemingly gesturing to the room, "these things..." She seemed to shift uncomfortably once more, her long hourglass figure shifting very slightly in the tight black dress.
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Post by amanika on Jan 12, 2011 23:33:52 GMT -8
Tugger nodded as he listened to her words, shifting slightly to lean a bit against the bar, "You an' me both." he admitted, before adding, "I know how I ended up here, t'what d'you owe the horror?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 12, 2011 23:40:31 GMT -8
The scarlet queen eyed him somewhat, before relaxing very, very slightly in the company.
"Work, unfortunately...although my boss has abandoned me somewhere..." She scanned the crowd more so out of habit, before glancing at the surprisingly sharp and strong, masculine features of the specimen before her.
((Hey, did you get my email concerning my Tugger/Bomba idea? I sent it to your home one since I thought you'd see that first...))
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Post by amanika on Jan 12, 2011 23:47:45 GMT -8
((I did, but I'm only on briefly so no time to reply and discuss atm.))
Tugger nodded, "Fair enough," the next question seemed obvious enough, "what d'you do?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 12, 2011 23:57:09 GMT -8
((Ahh, no need to discuss now, just making sure you got the email at all. Dodgy internet lol))
"Photography," The scarlet queen sighed gently, but scanned an eye over his broad form with some interest.
"What about you Tiger?" She addressed him slightly jokingly, "Why are you here?"
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 2:15:34 GMT -8
Tugger arched an eyebrow at this, noticing the absense of a camera, however, in the interest of being polite, he didn't press the issue. "Family," he replied to her question, eyes fliking across the room as he did so, before returning to her, "didn't have much choice really."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 2:32:30 GMT -8
Bombalurina took notice of the glance he gave her countering his brow with a quirk of her own finely preened features.
"I see....and its in the cloakroom." She smirked gently, in reference to her usual equiptment. "I have had a chance to use it to be honest..." She huffed slightly, already annoyed at her boss; she didn't even need to try to find reasons to hate him.
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 2:38:03 GMT -8
Tugger chuckled slightly at that, "Never said it wasn't, y'work for some society paper or somethin' then?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 2:44:05 GMT -8
Bombalurina dropped her gaze somewhat, his chuckle warm and pleasant to her ears, but the masculine sound alone sparking her deeply rooted complex suddenly, her guard instinctively rising.
"...Something of the sort."
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 2:57:53 GMT -8
Tugger looked hard at her for a moment, it didn't take a genius to work out the reply she'd given didn't seem entirely truthful, but after a moment he broke her gaze, running a paw through his headfur, forgetting that would likely untidy it. "So, you got a name y'care to share?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 3:13:02 GMT -8
"Are you sharing yours?" She glanced at him, her guard up, but her tone playful enough not to spurn the question entirely. She flickered her deep scarlet-hued tail, the silky mass dusting the bar behind her and coiling around her leg in a nervous sort of gesture.
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