#chat:fifi

[masterofhisfate]

@opheliafifi​

Since Blaise had told Adam about his night with Fifi he had been intrigued. He wasn’t sure that the choices his friend made were good or not, but he knew he was hurt and that was enough for curiosity to lead Adam to seek more answers. In his own strange way. He’d called Fifi, telling her one of the other maids was sick and he needed some things done around the house. It was a complete lie, but he was curious to see if she would mention anything to him. Once she arrived he was waiting in the kitchen. “Make me some tea, will you?” he asked after greeting her. He tapped his fingers on the marble countertop. “Thanks for coming in on such short notice,” he said. It was an unusual thing for him to say as he just expected the most out of his employees but he was trying to get her to warm up to him a bit.

[ccogsworth]

who: claude & @morethandusting where: claude's apartment

Claude admittedly did not like to invite people to his personal place of residence, especially not any women. There was really no reason for any to be invited over, especially not for personal reasons. For a man, he had his place in remarkable shape, but a few select women who had been over had taken it upon themselves to suggest design changes he might want to make (namely, a certain blonde with whom they all worked). However, he thought it might be best not to discuss a matter like this in public with Fifi, who had been there for the fallout of Blaise's elaborate dating life. She had "won" him, in the end, but there had been women before who no longer wanted to spend their time with Blaise after hearing of his reputation. With tea brewed and served in cups on his coffee table, Claude finally took a seat. "I must admit that I had a reason for inviting you here, though it's really to give you privacy and the freedom to speak freely," he confessed. "I simply wanted to see how you might be feeling after what I heard about last night."

[masterofhisfate]

@opheliafifi​

Adam was so fed up with all of this childish nonsense. He didn’t know what was true and what was a lie anymore and all of his friends’ lives seemed to be in shambles. It seemed that the moment Adam’s life seemed to finally started to fall into place it all gets uprooted because this. He was stressed, business was as bad as ever, and Adam wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn’t thinking straight and he had been drinking more frequently because he was stressed. He needed answers about all of this and the first person he thought of was Ophelia. He knew he needed to confront his friends, but maybe she would actually be honest with them. It wasn’t difficult finding her nor was it hard figuring out where she lived. He’d picked up Blaise’s stranded, hungover ass there plenty of times. There was some liquid courage in him already but he brought a nice bottle of wine as a peace offering of sorts. Taking a breath he knocked on her door. He was impatient and after she didn’t answer for a moment he was going to leave, and assume she wasn’t home. 

Just before he was about to turn around she answered the door and Adam held out the wine and began speaking quickly. “Hear me out. I need someone who is actually sane to give me some answers. You might be the only person who can do that.’ He realized he brought wine and he still didn’t know if she was pregnant or not. He certainly hadn’t thought this through. It was too late to turn back now though. “Blaise is an absolute wreck and is running my business into the ground. I have never actually said that to him but it’s true. I hate to assume but if he is potentially going to be a...father then I don’t know what he’s going to do. What I’m going to have to do. Hell, even yourself.” He knew he was sort of blowing up but he’d been bottling these feelings up for far too long. “I guess...just know I would support you if he never did because he is a foolish man. And I don’t know. I suppose I thought maybe I could convince you to talk to him and tell him to chill the fuck out. Stop getting mixed up with all this bullshit. We get it, he’s a whore, but I cannot handle the stress of him right now. Either he needs to get his shit together or I go insane. And you...you didn’t deserve any of this. He was foolish about that. I also fear that if something doesn’t change Claude will start getting grey hair.” Adam finally stopped talking for more than just a few moments. He let out a sigh and caught his breath. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bombarded you.”

[angeliqueauclair]

“it’s times like these, wish i had a time machine.” - fifi

Angelique was polishing some glasses behind the counter when she heard a feminine voice, “It’s times like these, wish I had a time machine.” It’s half past midnight, and most patrons around this time are either drunk enough to get cozy with a stranger in some dark corner or to share their life stories with her. It looks like this customer is the latter. Angelique smiled. “I’m assuming you’re not talking about wishing you can turn back time because of how much you’ve drunk,” she said without looking up. “I know a thing or two about regrets. The hardest thing about it is accepting that some things are just really beyond your control.” She slowly poured a shot of rum in a small glass and slid it toward the person in front of her. “Here, slip it slowly. It’ll give the right slap just to wake you up and slow you down. Oh, and it’s on the ho–” her voice trailed off as she lifted her head and saw who was in front of her. “It’s you,” she sneered. @opheliafifi