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âAs well  as other places,â she wrinkled her nose. âI know what you mean. Summer is supposed to be relaxing but I canât seem to relax.â
     âCovered in everywhere,â Charlotte teased softly and leaned back in her chair before adjusting her sunglasses. âEven in down times itâs hard ta just sit here and be lazy.â
âThereâs nothing more annoying than people hanging out at Town Hall just because it became a Poke Stopâ
     Two brows knit. She knew what the game was vaguely, but... âWhat?â
âI just donât understand how people like sand between their toes. Itâs itchy,â she wrinkled her nose. âI can agree on that. Itâs nice to just sit.â
     âGets everywhere. Follows you home and stays in your sandals for weeks, eugh.â Charlotte complained with a crinkle of her nose. âAbsolutley. Especially after runninâ around for awhile.â
Her head bobbed. Sheâd survive her first party and then see where sheâd go from there. Hatter, Daniel, Bonnie, LottieâŚShe began listing off possible guests in her head as she moved towards the front of the store with Charlotte, making sure to grab a few more packages on the way. She set them gingerly on the counter and opened her bag to find her wallet.Â
âI may just do that.â Alice smiled, though this one didnât quite reach her eyes. The cards. The cards made her nervous. With luck, Lottie just missed them as she wandered down the other aisles of the store. There was a part of Alice that was praying that that was true. Either that or maybe she needed to get some sleep instead of staying up all night to read her books. Yes! That must be it! She decided, her smile widening. Lack of sleep. Thatâs all that was the matter with her.
As she handed over her money, she caught a glimpse at her phone! âOh no, Iâm late, for a very important date!â She breathed, blue eyes widening. She gathered her purchases and hugged them to her chest. She couldnât be late again! She had promised Hatter that she wouldnât be. Latetly itâd been a chore to get to work on time. The hot Summer sun distracted Alice more than usual.Â
âIt was wonderful meeting you, I do hope I see you again!â Alice sang out before hurrying out the door.
âYeah, I did. Thanks,â she nodded and laid back down on her towel. âI could do without the sand, but Iâll get over it. How are your magazines?â
     âGood,â her smile warmed at the answer, but grew brighter when the sentiment was returned. âI think everyone could do without the sand, I know I could. But at least the magazine is interestinâ... Nothinâ like a bit of light readinâ while sun bathinâ the day away.â
If this were anyone else, Georgette would see that last comment as a dig. Given that this was Lottie, however, she let it pass. âOf course, monogamy is the end goal,â she pointed out. âWhatâs so wrong with having a little fun along the way?â Georgette raised an eyebrow at Lottie over the rim of her latte, trying to understand whether the other girl was being overly high-strung or if she herself was being a bit loose.
     Lottie hadnât meant it as a dig at all, at least not toward Georgette -- maybe toward herself, though. So the idea of it went well past her as she smiled softly and let her shoulders shrug. âOf course. I want all that goes with that. True love... A home together...â Among other things. It would be all she could ever ask for. âOh I donât think anythinâ is. Especially not in this day and age. Thereâs a lot less judgment.â At least on that route. Taking a sip of her drink, she leaned back, but still took care of her posture. âWhat do you want from life and love, Georgette?â
ââNapkins! Â Right! Â Absolutamente!â Â The woman seemed to positively clam up the moment the chai sloshed agains ther, and if Honey was totally honest, she was a little afraid of what might happen when she came to. Â So Honey didnât waste any time. Â She ducked behind the counter where Miss Hamada kept the big napkins, as well as the disinfectant wipes, and grabbed a selfish helping of each.
âI am so, so sorry!â she repeated as she crouched to the floor, passing the woman the wipes and using the napkins to soak up what had fallen on the floor. Â âI shouldâve been paying more attention. Â Was it hot? Â Did it hurt you at all? Â Did any get on your clothes?â
     Blue eyes closed as she tried to find a state of calm; it was difficult not to be upset about this, but she didnât know whether to be upset or angry or an upset that was angry and itself. At the moment, though, she just wanted the liquid off of her and hoped to God she wasnât burnt. After all, the liquid was awfully warm. But it wasnât as though what she said could be too terrible, she was a good person after all, and it was an accident.
Carefully, once she had the napkins, Charlotte started wiping off herself while the other started cleaning up the floor. She didnât have the words to respond to her as she tried to hold back a larger reaction to everything. Lottie was working on being less dramatic, so she just shook her head and bit her lip before sitting down to better get her legs. Even though the answer didnât really fit all and neither did it suffice.
âItâs not often i get a compliment like that,â he said with a shrug. âWhat with everyone being terrified of who I am?â Hades smirked at her, liking the fact that his front had her completely fooled.
    âReally? I have ta say Iâm mighty surprised,â and she was. After all, he was attractive... in a dangerous sort of way. âTerrified of you because you run the cemetery? Well, thatâs just silly.â
Alice felt her stomach drop and her throat tighten. It was a pack of cards, after all, they were right there on the floor. Who would have left them there otherwise? âMaybe a magician was hurrying through here.â Alice laughed, trying to keep her mood light. She could feel the rapid thumping of her heart against her chest. Swallowing hard, she did her best to drown out the terrible noise of her blood rushing in her ears. If the cards werenât supposed to be there, then where were they supposed to be?
Her cheeks flushed slightly. Sheâd been so excited by her find, that she hadnât really stopped to look for other colors, and she admitted as much to Charlotte when she realized this. Alice had already been focused on what she could do with them rather than what color they were. âMaybe for the next oneâŚâAlice said softly, already hoping that there was a next one before this one had even begun. Sheâd liked the idea of themed parties, though she wasnât quite sure if gold could be a theme. Could it? her head bobbed voluntarily at Lottieâs comment.
âDid you find anything for your parties?â Alice asked curiously. Never having thrown a party, she was still a bit lost on what to buy. She couldnât help but wonder what the other blonde was picking up for her own parties. Maybe it would inspire her. She did like the idea about a book themeâthough sheâd steer clear of The Great GatsbyâŚthe fewer cards she came in contact with right now, the better.
     âMaybe. The workers should be more careful, though, in watchinâ the mess. You could have been really hurt,â Charlotteâs voice laced with that concern again. At no point did she think she was saying anything of upset, but at least the other was fine and even laughing a bit as she made a little joke, but at the same time, she saw the distance. Should she ask? Maybe not. The girl didnât seem like she wanted to say anything about it, so... for the time being... Lottie left well enough alone.
Naturally, the older blonde said it wasnât a big deal, because it wasnât, and just made sure to go down the aisle to check the color situation before they figured out what they would and wouldnât get for things. And as she did so she heard Alice speak up about the other party idea she mentioned. âMaybe so, but for now, focus on the first one, so you donât stress yourself out,â Charlotte smiled gently. Not everyone was meant for constantly dreaming up parties and all that came with it or thereâd be more party planners around.
âI did, just little details ta add,â Charlotte hummed. âSo once I get outta here, I can start taking more care of that,â she answered rather easily as she held up the various things and gave a bit of a smile. âIf youâre ready, we can check out, and of course you can always come here by yourself in case you forgot something or want to look around some more. Itâs not only available to me,â the blonde chuckled softly. âIts doors are open publicly.â
Facial expressions made up most of Pascalâs vocabulary, each part of the face playing a part in the specific feeling that they were trying to convey. For example, Charlotte La Bouff was only two feet away from Pascal, and they were in the midst of crouching down to add more height to the growing pile of hair dye they were accumulating in their basket. So, the only way one could describe Pascalâs face was tormented. Their eyebrows were raised so high that they almost touched their hairline, and their perfectly âoâ shaped lips were just as wide as their dumbfounded, hazel eyes. Pascal wasnât even looking at Charlotte yet and they knew that they looked extremely rude, especially with such a simple comment being directed at them, but there was a line that no one could cross, and it was made out of bleach and vaseline (so that the dye wouldnât stain anywhere it wasnât supposed to). When Pascal finally mustered up the strength to direct her face at Lottie, she sure hoped that she got the just of her message without having to say it: There isnât enough hair dye in the world to quench her thirst.
     An understandable fact, after all, Lottie was a hoot and a half. Her expression nearly always said what she wouldnât, even when she didnât want it to. She fought it, of course, always did, but sometimes, it would show the truth. Luckily it wasnât all that often that the blonde would be caught lying, and that was the thing, if ever she did, that was sure to be done -- except in hiding when sheâs sad, sheâs learned to hide that rather well. âIsnât just one enough for your head?â And if youâre dying that much and so often, how can your hair be at any kind of health? Sheâd think it would be falling out or already gone and passed, leavinâ them bald. But there they stood with a head full of long locks, so she wasnât quite sure what was the deal. With them crouched down, though, she couldnât see their face, let alone the way their eye brows raised in reaction, she was left wondering and waiting until the other go up or at the very least directed their gaze toward her. Waiting patiently, the blonde kept her blue eyes transfixed upon Pascal until they finally did look at her with a look that seemed to say she didnât know the half of it. âIs that all for you, sugar?â
Alice ⢠Pink Princess
Alice: Then Alice I am!
Alice: I did! I wanted to. I saw it and it just screamed Lottie!
Alice: Well it didn't actually scream it...I'd probably be rather frightened if it did.
Lottie: Oh goodness. I bet it's pink.
Lottie: Don't worry, hon. I know whatcha mean.
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Hercules loved giving people gifts, but he also felt very anxious, never knowing if what he picked was right. So he would usually leave it to be found, which is what made him drop Charlotteâs gift in her mailbox. He hoped she would find it, or that a servant would, and it would make it into her possession. With a nervous exhale, he made sure his short note was attached, before leaving it, and going about his day.
Dearest Lottie,
So, a little birdie told me that it was your birthday, and I just wanted to give you a little something, to celebrate. I know we havenât known each other that long, but I always like to get friends a gift on their day. Anyway, I hope you like it, I did my best to find something I thought youâd appreciate.
Sincerely, Herc
     Part of her was disappointed that Hercules hadnât been in attendance to her party, but then again she hadnât expected it. Despite being the face of Carthay Athletics, it seemed he was just humble and genuine, maybe not the kind of guy that would attend something like that. Especially not on short notice. She was surprised, though, when one of her staff pulled her aside during the party to say a gift had been found in the mailbox, and they were sorry it wasnât there with the others sheâd opened throughout the night. When they went off again, she found the note and read it with a small smile, soft and sweet before shaking her head and opening it up carefully -- unlike some of the others that had hardly survived the unwrapping flurry. She had no idea what he could have gotten her, but when she saw the necklace, she was... happy. Finding the nearest staff member, she then had it sent up to her room to rest upon her vanity while she went back to the party just like that so it could be kept in safety as she made a mental note to thank him when she saw him next and do so properly.
Alice managed to steel herself and flash Charlotte her usual grin. âIâm fine.â Alice inhaled sharply. âIt happens more often than youâd think.â she added, turning her attention to a few things, her hand reaching out to still them. Their persistent wiggling was somehow annoying right now. It almost felt as though they were taunting her. âSomeone left a package of cards open,â she hoisted her bag back up on her shoulder, fingers wandering up and down her arms checking for bruises and the like, âspilled all over the floor.â Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders as she shook her head, âMeanwhile, I was distracted by these,â at this she held up the small package of white and gold doilies sheâd found earlier, âAnd I stepped on one, and suddenly my feet were where my head should be.â she finished with an almost impish grin. It wasnât the truth, but it wasnât quite a lie either. She had found the doilies, and she had been distracted by them. Her foot had only slipped slightly on a card, but she had caught herself. Her feet had ended up where her head was supposed to be though, but for an entirely different reason. Her free hand pushed her hair from her face and she let her smile linger. Alice knew her reputation around town and she doubted telling Lottie that sheâd seen the Queen of Hearts move would be a good idea. She was almost certain she wouldnât care for the place sheâd end up if she did, no doubt they wouldnât let her have her book there.Â
âI thought these might be nice for tea.â Alice whispered, cheeks flushing, as she clutched the package. âTheyâre sort of lacy, though I didnât see any of them that were blue.â she bounced slightly, her weight rolling to her ankles and back up to her feet as she looked at the doilies. âI think theyâd make a nice accent though, right under the cookies and the cake platter.â as she said this though, her face turned back up towards Lottie with a hopeful smile. Alice had never planned a tea party asâŚwell, a party. They had always just sort of happened, and she wasnât one to complain about tea. Thinking of it as a party though was something new, and she was looking towards Charlotte for her opinion on the idea.
     There was a measure of relief as Charlotte watched Alice gain some composure then announce it like that nice and easy, even if it was followed with a sharp breath. âAwe well then maybe you should look out where youâre walkinâ some more,â the blonde tried to tease a bit while she held what she needed to of what was knocked down and put the rest back up in their resting place. âA pack of cards? I donât think Iâve ever seen those in here, but maybe Iâve been lookinâ down different aisles. I donât tend to throw gamblinâ parties... Not anymore anyway, I did a couple Great Gatsby and Casino nights, but that was back in high school.â Looking at Alice as she checked herself for bruises, Charlotte wasnât sure what else to do to help or how else to respond, so she was quiet for once in her life as she tried to think of some sort of response or something to distract the girl from the fall. After all, no one likes to settle in that awkward moment or dwell upon it. âWell, as long as you are all right...â
Blue eyes shifted to the package of doilies when the girl held them out and started speaking about them, at least it was something else to talk about, so she reached out to carefully grab them and have a looksee while Alice jabbered on. âWell, nothinâ has ta be both, and if you prefer gold, then that accent will look all right with the blue. I tend ta prefer silver with it since theyâre both cool colors, but I donât think this would look bad at all,â Charlotte offered a small smile of encouragement as she handed them back over. âThat sounds like a nice placinâ, too. Or under the cup and saucer at each individual place settinâ,â she tacked on before letting out a sigh of content and looking toward the shelves. âDo you want to pick some up now so we have them whenever we decide ta do your party so theyâre not gone?â
Alice ⢠Pink Princess
Alice: Good. I'm rather fond of being Alice.
Alice: I don't think I'd know how to be anyone else.
Alice: Oh, I almost forgot, I got you something for your unbirthday!
Lottie: Then just be yourself, whomever that is.
Lottie: You did? Ya didn't have to, sugar!
Bonnie had never gone too deep in the ocean, since her father had scared her with sharks and sea monsters when she was younger. Once she was sufficiently cooled off, she tied her hair up and sat back down as she slipped on her sunglasses.
     Due to soaking in everything from the fabric detailing to the opinions and chosen words on various fashion-worthy topics, Lottie was only almost done by the time Bonnie came to sit beside her and she flicked her blue eyes over to her with a smile. âHave fun, sugar?â
