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@bette-kill
The attitude the girl threw her way was familiar, to Dakota. But it still annoyed the hell out of her. “Don’t worry about it.. I’m done here.”
Bette swore under her breath, then huffed a sigh. "Seriously, I can open back up if you need something. A dress for...I don't know, Homecoming or something?"
I graduated this spring, actually. So I’m a freshman in college.
"Right, alright, so I wasn't wrong. You look a little young for college, but that's because you're new. Anyway, if you go to office hours, it's a fantastic way to get on your Professors' good sides, but yeah, it's a little time consuming. I always just tried to sit in the front row so they recognized me, then dropped in once or twice to ask a pointless qustion that I knew they'd love to answer. Professors love to listen to themselves talk."
Cait offered her a soft smile, tucking more of the chocolate cupcakes into the case. “I may just take you up on that. All I seem to think about all day is sugar, flour, and buttercream. Leaves little time for much else.” Her laugh was soft and light, and she paused and dusted confectioner’s sugar from her sleeve before placing a cupcake in the space left by Bette’s selection. “Fashion Week? Isn’t that the big thing in New York? Sounds exciting!” She paused, laughing slightly at herself. “Sorry ‘m not precisely in the know about all things fashion; I sort of just pick up odd talk around here when people come in.”
"Don' worry about it," Bette chuckled, finding it shockingly refreshing that the woman didn't even quite know what Fashion Week was. "It is a pretty big deal for a designer like me, I mean, with one store in a small town. I'm looking to expand to the city soon, but right now I'm mostly just incredibly lucky that my store is in fairly close proximity to New York and the fashion scene there. I won't bore you with details, but basically I have to come up with a whole collection-- about twelve pieces. Muse isn't my strong suit at the moment, but I'll be fine," she waved her stress away, then pinched a piece of the cake and dropped it into her mouth.
Office hours are pointless.
Good way to kiss ass, though. We're talking about like, Professor's hours, right? Wait, are you old enough to be in high school? I swear, my perception for age is so screwed up...
"——So… What is it exactly that you’re doing?"
With a sigh, Bette looked up, surprisingly thankful for the distraction. "Well, I'm trying to sketch. It's clearly not going so well at the moment, though. Sorry, is my...giant mountain of crumpled rejected looks in your way or something?"
"So how many friends do you have?"
"As if I count them or something? What kind of psychotic ritual is that?"
Catching the double meaning of the words, Delia ducked her head, hair curtaining over her face to hide the smirk that played at her lips. “I am pretty sure your girlfriend would have something to say about tht. She seems like she likes to fight to be at the top too.” Raising a single brow, Delia made a noise of disinterest in the back of her throat. “I’ll never be okay with losing. Sorry, babe. Never have I ever… done something without an ulterior motive, honestly.”
Bette let the mischievous smile on her lips widen into a laugh. "We figure it out just fine. There are certain times we're both pretty lenient on the top rule. Being bottom certainly has it's perks," she tilted her head towards Delia, then shook it slightly. "It's rare, but sometimes I actually do have a heart and innocent reasons for the things I do. I'll keep that in mind, though," she poked Delia's bare side with a chuckle, then arched her back to push down the impossibly tight faux leather leggings she wore. As she struggled, she asked the next question. "Never have I ever worn anything but a thong since the sixth grade."
Um, a little bit of both, if I’m being honest. I think I’m pretty responsible, and I’m usually the dumpster.
Thank you, I try. I’m majoring in physical fitness. Being fit, being healthy, science, psychology, education — all that fun stuff.
The responsible ones usually are. As long as you have a dumpster for your issues too, you should be fine. Can't bottle things up for too long. That's when the trouble begins.
Oh! Well, that's...cool. You planning on being a P.E. teacher? Or are you looking more at the training side of it?
"I’ve been meaning to update my wardrobe a little bit; can’t run about in flour covered sweaters and boots all the time." Cait let out a soft laugh, gesturing at the dust that had settled on her clothes. "For me it’s flour, sugar, and lately fruit. Not looking forward to ‘pumpkin spice season’ and all that entails. Got any new designs come up?" She picked up a tray of cupcakes from the counter behind her and the neatly printed tag that read "Quake" and began tucking them into the case. "Feel free to grab a cake on me, for all the help."
Not needing any more invitation than that, Bette leaned in and grabbed herself a chocolatey looking cupcake and put it on a plate, licking the frosting off her fingers. "Stop by and I'll personally style you," she said, her eyebrows rising and falling to indicate that it was a high honor. Not that it was anything entirely special, but it wasn't as if the woman had much free time on her hands. "I have tons of new things floating around, but it's a different story as to when they'll be...out. I'm uh, designing a collection for Fashion Week next year, and I'd be lying if I said that hasn't forced everything else to the back seat."
"Ah, defence mechanisms."
"Defense against stupidity, sure."
"We’re not getting naked and I honestly have no desire to see you naked, so no. It’s not as interesting as I hoped. Let’s stop being basic ad just make this more interesting. shirts off." She said she had no desire to see another girl naked, but there was a lie beneath that truth. Reaching down, she lifted the hem of her shirt and ppulled the material up and off. "Never have I ever been too pussy to do whatever it takes to come out on top."
Pressing her lips together to keep from making a statement that would probably step over the line, Bette sat up and pulled her own black, slouchy top over her head and folded it nicely, then dropped it to the floor. "I think you and I share similar determination to be number one. I like being on top in any capacity, honestly," she smirked, knowing full well the innuendo she'd just made. "Never have I ever been okay with losing something."
I’m Mr. Responsible One, as Jax puts it. Oh, yeah? You’ll just have to come to the bake sales like everyone else and donate to get some.
I should have majored in marketing. Ha.
Mm. Would you say that's accurate, though? I mean, do you personally find yourself to be responsible? Or are you just the one people dump their problems on?
You should have. It's impressive. What are you actually majoring in?
"Oh—I thought you closed at five?"
"Yes, and would you look at the time? My God, it's five." Bette knew she was being snappy, but it had been a long day. With a deep breath, she started again. "Is there something in partiuclar you're looking for?"
Cait smiled brightly as she looked up from the chalkboard where she was drawing the specials for the day. “Thank you! I snapped it up the moment I laid eyes on it. Had to have it.” Her voice was laced with pride; after all she’d poured her heart and soul into Sprinkle Bitch. “I’ve seen the boutique; it looks fantastic, and I keep planning to pop in but never have the time.” She finished the small drawings of apples and pomegranates, and dusted the chalk from her hands. “It really is; honestly, I never get time to meet to anyone it seems.”
Bette's smile matched Cait's bright one as she glanced over, sizing the woman up. "You absolutely should stop by. There are a few things I know you'd look great in," she gave a playful wink. "But, God I know the feeling. My life is a constant blur of material and vague faces. Mosly material, these days." A sigh escaped her lips, her mind veering to her budding Fashion Week collection.
I’m not going to ask again: stop touching my hat
Cool it, I just wanted to check the material. It's nice. Mind telling me where you got it?
"Wh.. what..? How the hell did it just lock like that?"
"Well, it's my store. I do have these things called keys, you may have heard of them? We're closed now."
"Ouch. Does that attitude make you any friends?"
"The type of people my attitude scares away are the type of people I don't want to be friends with."
