private starter for @blithesouls
given how charlotte had been left alone, without big daddy or tiana or even naveen, she’d had to take matters into her own hands. the daughter of the richest man in new orleans carried quite a bit cash on her, although this horrid thing called – oh no, was it depreciation ? inflation ? someone had tried to explain it to her, but all that she’d truly gathered was that her limitless flow of money had reached a sudden stop, and she’d be livin’ on the streets if she didn’t act now.
her second step, after she’d secured a job at her favorite coffee shop ( where she spent most of the time filing her nails and flirting with the customers ), was to secure a roommate: a flawless blonde she’d met around town. glinda was only a few years older, but certainly much more sophisticated than herself, and charlotte simply adored her. what she didn’t adore, however, was their apartment. entering the living room with a cup of coffee for both of them, charlotte slumped onto the couch. “ honestly, sugar, what we need is a total makeover of this place. i’m thinkin’ the first thing that needs to go are those drab curtains. and i mean g o n e. i swear i saw the most hideous insect on them earlier. we might need to burn them. ”
glinda’s never been known for her study habits, she, or should she say gAlinda, had been far too fond of partying & socializing. it took one short day in emerald city that led to a series of events that made her throne mistress of all of oz to be able to sit down & learn. classes about politics is better than actual politics, lessons in architecture is better than traveling across all oz & seeing different styles of buildings, & essays are far better than the daily paperwork she had to deal with. she never understood how her dear elphie could sit around & study until she finally found herself in a position where studying is infinite times better than what she has to deal with in her life.
moving from her stiff position of lying down on the couch, to give charlotte some space, glinda quickly grabs her coffee, takes a sip, & glances around their apartment. it’s not THAT bad. the other half of her dorm back in shiz was far worse. but it’s definitely worse than the places she’s lived in— one being the royal palace of oz. “ i’ll just box it & give it away. we might as well add the carpets since they have the same theme. ” her mind’s racing with different ideas on how to ‘beautify’ this place, one grander than the other, “ we have to agree, before we leave. salmon, rouge, taffy, rose, or bubblegum pink ? i know better than to leave that question at the last minute. ”
