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At a film convention until Wednesday - forgot to post an away notice! Back soon <3

#ooc #I told myself I'd post so people didn't think I'd gone on A Looong Hiatus again but anyway #It slipped my mind as usual <3 #back soonnn

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@leslie-holt clickie’d for a quickie !!

“Ah, shit-” she’s caught! trapped! like a rat!

… Well, not so much, really: the beading of her skirt just got snagged between seat and railing of the chair she’d been squirming about in. There’s just SO MUCH GOING ON at these clubs, but this is certainly not her dress, and Arienette does not even want to know what the costumer would do to her if she let it rip or actually attempted to return it damaged. Perhaps it’s not something most patrons would be worried over, considering their much nicer suits and less gaudy gowns and deeper pockets – but she’s only one of the four BACK UP SINGERS that had been on stage earlier, and if she ever wants to get another gig in this swanky place again, she’s certainly going to need to get her shit together, and–

And today was apparently not the day that would be happening. Of course. Instead, while fiddling with and staring down at the accessorized fringe of her skirt, Arienette promptly rises to standing, giving another SHARP TUG, then a SECOND before she actually managed to slip that bit loose!!

Unfortunately for Ari, nothing is quite that easy, and the momentum of her efforts left her spinning like a top until she fell, to sitting on the ground and unfortunately at a stranger’s feet… chin stays low as gaze flutters up beneath lashes: she’s just glad it’s not one of the owners, but she’s left with few options as to explanation seeing as how she’s precisely left in Leslie’s way.

… “Lovely club, isn’t it?” A LOOK OF DRAMATIZED ADMIRATION COMES OVER HER, as if it were perfectly normal and not at all strange that she’d be on the floor at this very moment. “Nice shoes you’ve got, hm, where did you get those…?”

leslie-holt

Idiot girl...

Twitching fingers threatened a fist for an imperceptible instant, unfurling into an outstretched palm in time to save his grace. Stifling though the skin of a consummate gentleman may be, the profitability of the charade far outweighed any discomfort; his appraising magpie leer had come to rest upon the folds of a costly skirt.

The very same hand now a velvet soft vice around delicate digits had battered bloody a Mr. Well-To-Do in the small hours of that very morning for all that glittered in Mrs. Well-To-Do's ornate mahogany dresser, and wouldn't hesitate to roam unchecked through Ari’s purse if given half the chance.

On her feet and caught in the beam of a Colgate smile, his touch lingers, mendacious tongue set upon spinning a sophisticated ruse as he draws closer. "They're Ferragamo, from the boutique in Florence. Have you been?"

#!!! I'm so excited to be back and seeing you around again too <33 #Ari's wonderful and doesn't deserve my awful boy #Leslie's going to be so disappointed to find out she hired the dress but it's his own fault for being a thieving little shit!