Girl, we got work to do

Georgette Foxworth. Early late twenties. You either want me or you want to be me.

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cruelly-cruella​:

There were a lot of people who seemed to have a problem with her furs, but she couldn’t see why, certainly they weren’t the most ethical in the world, but they did look absolutely fantastic made into jackets and the various other items of clothing she had in her store. Even better they remained soft, which was something that just didn’t happen with synthetic fur. A smirk formed on her face as she saw Georgette. “Oh please, like you of all people haven’t noticed I’ve been gone.”

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Georgette put the jacket she’d been admiring back on the rack and turned fully toward Cruella, smiling. “Of course, darling, I missed you so.” She leaned forward to give Cruella air-kisses on both cheeks. “How was your break? I’m assuming it went well - you look rested. And fantastic, as usual, of course.”

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daisygoeslive​:

Daisy’s eyebrows shot up her forehead immediately at her friend’s statement. Granted, the vast majority of the population of Andromeda was subpar in comparison to Georgette Foxworth, but she was definitely still interested in whatever story lay behind that particular statement. “I’m intrigued,” she mused, having another sip of her wine and swirling the liquid around mostly for dramatic effect. “Do you have a particular subpar person in mind?”

“Well.” Georgette took one more big sip before setting her glass down with an intentional dramatic clink. “There’s always plenty of mediocre men throwing themselves at me, as we have discussed previously, but at the moment, it’s someone from Fagin’s. I end up there sometimes, picking up Jenny when she’s hanging out with The Unliked Friend. The scrappiest of those boys that works in the back has gotten rather attached to me. He seems the type to fawn over any beautiful woman he comes across, but he seems particularly fixated on me.” She wouldn’t admit, of course, that she enjoyed his attentions more than others, for reasons unfathomable.

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Cruella sat in the chair of her office, it was nice to have a few moments to herself after returning. She had decided to take a few days for herself and allow herself a temporary holiday. Of course, some of her temporary holiday was simply purchasing new fur or sourcing new animals. Stepping out of her office she made her way through the store quickly a sickly grin forming on her face. “Hello, sweethearts! Did you all miss me?! Good, because I did not miss you. Oh, who am I kidding? You’re buying my clothing, of course, I missed you.”

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Georgette hadn’t bought any real fur in quite some time (since Jenny started getting uncomfortable with it), but Magnificent Furs was still the source of the highest-quality leather in town. Most, if not all, of the leather jackets, pants, and shoes currently in her closet were bought here. Which is why when Cruella burst onto the sales floor, she was happy to see that the wild bitch was back again. “Oh, you were gone? I hadn’t noticed,” she smirked.

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daisygoeslive​:

Daisy accepted the refilled glass with an appreciative smile, happy that their drinking and dishing night had become enough of a tradition that they both knew there was no such thing as a glass that was too full of wine. “Amen to that,” she agreed, raising her glass in a toast before helping herself to another generous sip. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with having high standards. Life is too short to waste time on subpar services, friends, or partners. There are only so many mistakes I can tolerate from other people before losing it.”

Georgette mirrored Daisy’s toast and matched her sip. “We can both certainly afford to keep our standards high, literally and figuratively.” She gave a wry smile at her own joke. “Subpar things do tend to find me, though, it seems. And subpar people,” she mused into her glass as she took another drink. One subpar person, in particular. Who was cute but annoying and kind but brash and she was totally out of his league and it would never work.

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ignaciodetito​:

“You could stop by the boxing gym sometime.” The tone of his voice very very casual as he tossed out the offer. As if he wouldn’t swan about if Georgette deigned to come watch him box. As if he wasn’t offering her a glimpse into a highly personal part of his life. “We do informal matches on Thursdays, if you’re ever interested.” His focus shifted to adjusting the bags on his arm rather than look at her face.

“Am I the rabble?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement. “I thought I would have at least leveled up to lovesick puppy by now.” Tito was aware of how he came across, and even if he wasn’t, others always reminded him. His gaze drifted back to her, caught the change in her expression. His own sobered. Between Georgette’s words and Oliver’s concern… fucking hell. He’d kill ‘em. He wasn’t sure who exactly, but someone would be killed. “Not completely sure of what happened, but-” a deep breath in, “I’ve always liked Jenny. If there’s anything I can do, let me know.”

Georgette made a haughty hmph at his offer. “Watching two sweaty men beat each other senseless sounds like a great way for a lady like me to spend a Thursday.” The sarcasm was mostly performative; she’d caught some of the boxing matches Winston liked to watch over his shoulder, and she had to admit there was something enthralling about it.

“You can certainly be both of those things at the same time, if that’s what you want.” Lovesick puppy was an apt description. Tito was always following her around, lavishing her with attention and compliments and things other men gave her as well so it was definitely just like everyone else, not different at all, and it absolutely did not go any farther than that. She studied his face, reading his expression - righteous anger and genuine concern. She felt her cheeks warm up slightly, but blamed the heat of the sun. “Yes, you’ll definitely be the first person I go to,” as if she actually had a way to contact him other than him managing to find her at random when she went out.

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daisygoeslive​:

“You do have the best taste in wine and witty one-liners,” Daisy quipped back with a slight smirk, mirroring Georgette’s actions by downing her own glass of wine and placing the now empty glass on the table. Other than their mutual ability to bitch about the annoyances in their lives, keeping pace with each other when it came to their consumption of wine was one of the things that she enjoyed most about their friendship. There weren’t many people that Daisy was comfortable getting drunk around but Georgette was definitely one of them. “But you’re right. And we probably will talk about it, at some point, but right now I’m still too infuriated about the whole thing to want to be the bigger person about it.”

“Got that right, sister.” Georgette leaned forward again to fill up each of their glasses generously before grabbing them and holding Daisy’s back out to her. She was more than ready to finish off this bottle, and as many more as this talk session would take. “Being the bigger person is overrated anyway. If you do it too much the other person gets complacent and starts taking you for granted. If someone can’t do that for me at least sometimes, they’re not worth my time.”

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🌜🖤 (tito!)

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

Already answered, but here’s another: When she’s anxious about something, she runway-walks back and forth in her room and pretends she has a loving audience to pump herself up.

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

Unsure if “slap” or “kiss” would be the stronger answer here...

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🌜🐇📲

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

She counts how many times she brushes her hair, and it has to end on an even number.

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

She has a few pageant-winning dresses in the back of her closet that she doesn’t fit into anymore.

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

Does it count if she pretends to hate Oliver slightly less than she actually does for Jenny’s sake?

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🏹- For a talent they wish they had

The ability to be completely unbothered by what other people say about her. She acts like a frigid bitch, but there are some things that get under her skin.

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🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

There were a lot of late nights, after her pageant/modeling career came crashing down and she was living with her parents again, where she would sneak to the medicine cabinet, stare at the large container sleeping pills for like half an hour, before tearing herself away and going back to bed.

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💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

She can burp on command. She rarely does it, though, unless she’s had enough alcohol.

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❤️- For a secret crush

Her crush on Tito is such a well-kept secret even she doesn’t know about it.

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richfoxjenny​:

Jenny shuddered but felt herself relaxing somewhat as Georgette stroked her hair, comforted by the touch. She nuzzled her face some into her aunt before pulling away at the question. “You’ll eat pizza with me? Really?” she asked with a small smile, not used to her aunt eating carbs with her.

“Yes, really. Only because I love you so much.” She unlatched one arm from the hug to get her phone out of her pocket, keeping her other around Jenny’s shoulders. “I’ll be getting something with whole grain crust and lots of vegetables to make myself feel better about it. What did you want on yours?”

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daisygoeslive​:

Daisy nearly replied ‘no comment’ to Georgette’s first question, in that very obvious manner that implied she had many comments, but luckily she was not yet drunk enough to make allusions to that particular part of her life. “Don’t we all?” she said again, having another sip of her wine and letting out a loud laughter at her friend’s description of Minnie. Perhaps it was mean to find it funny, but it wasn’t like she was friends with Georgette because she was a warm and fuzzy person. She was friends with her because she was a fabulous bitch who never held back. “You’re not far off, honestly. I still don’t understand why she didn’t automatically assume that I have friends from school. Do I seem like a loser?”

“Oh, true that, honey.” Georgette raised her glass before downing the remainder of her wine and setting it down. She gestured for Daisy to set her own glass down so she could do a refill for the both of them. “You seem like a winner to me,” she said, but quickly moved on before the sincerity dragged down on the mood they had going. “But either Minnie doesn’t have eyes or she just wants you all to herself. Sounds like you both either have some things to talk out or just need to stop being friends.” She lounged back in her chair. “Besides, you have me, and I’m more friend than you’ll ever need.”

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ignaciodetito​:

Grinning even more broadly than before, he took the bags from her hands, his fingers brushing against her own as he gathered them all. A thrill shot up his arm at the brief contact. “More than fair trade,” he let all the bags dangle from one hand, his other slashing through the air as he spoke. “You get a bit of muscle, and I get to spend more time with you.” He laughed at his own words, but it was a hopeful little sound.

“Oh I know you’re more than capable. You’re borderline terrifying,” he clarified, tone downright cheerful. As if her ability to verbally eviscerate someone at any given moment was part of her appeal. Which, it very much was. That, and the undeniable affection she had for her niece. “Y’know, I haven’t seen Jenny around in a minute,” he commented, curious about the girl’s absence from Fagin’s. He may have noticed mostly because less Jenny meant less Georgette, but Tito did care about Foxworth the Younger, appreciated what she was doing for Oliver. 

Georgette was a bit surprised that Tito actually took her offer; it seemed she had underestimated how pathetic he was. “Yes, hm, it’s definitely some amount of muscle.” She wasn’t about to let on that she had indeed noticed that his gym visits were paying off, or that the sincerity of his laugh made her heart beat louder.

“Being terrifying doesn’t seem to protect me from being bothered by the rabble, however.” She cast a sidelong glance at Tito. At the mention of Jenny, her light, almost amused frown deepened into one of concern. “Well, yes, she hasn’t been leaving the house much. Or at all. For obvious reasons,” she said, alluding to the events at the festival.

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daisygoeslive​:

Daisy had more than one but less than many sips of wine while nodding along with Georgette’s words. Even if she couldn’t directly relate to the situation, she had passed judgement on her friends’ friends (and flings) enough times that she had developed a similar system with which to rate them. The worst of them fell under not worthy of the oxygen she wasted talking about them, and from the tone in Georgette’s voice, she could tell that whoever Jenny’s Unworthy Friend was fell under the same category.

“Troublesome boys have a knack for doing that in general,” she replied with a somewhat cryptic smile, before taking a deep breath and draining half of her glass in one go. “Christ, where do I start? I was having drinks with some classmates the other night, and I ran into Minnie afterwards, and we got into a huge fight about the fact that I hadn’t told her about them. At least, that’s what I think the fight was about. It sounds so ridiculous to me that a part of me straight up does not want to believe that’s what it was about.”

Georgette raised an eyebrow. “Do you have experience with troublesome boys, young lady?” Her eyes widened as Daisy started chugging. “Ooh, this ought to be good.” She took several large sips as Daisy talked to try to keep up. “Ah, Minnie. She can hardly seem to see past her own nose, sometimes, unless there’s a mirror. Maybe she just didn’t notice your friends.” Georgette was probably being a bit overly judgy of someone she only knew in passing (and from what Daisy had told her), but that’s what these sessions were for in the first place.

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richfoxjenny​:

Jenny wrapped her arms around Georgette’s waist, hugging her tightly, inhaling her scent. She knew Georgette’s perfume better than her own mother’s, which was a rather depressing thought if she focused too much on it. As it was in this moment, it was comforting, and she sighed softly. “Thank you,” she murmured, blinking back the tears as best she could. “I’m sorry.” She felt like a coward. She wished she was brave like Oliver and Vanessa.

Georgette felt tears stinging at her eyes. If you had asked her when she first moved in to this house, she would have told you she didn’t like children and never wanted them. Now, though, she’d do most anything to keep Jenny safe and happy. “It’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay.” She held Jenny like that for a minute, hugging her and stroking her hair. Georgette eventually broke the silence with a question. “Do you want to order pizza for dinner?” She figured comfort food would be sorely needed today.