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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 0:06:25 GMT
Dotty could swear she spent enough time at this bar that when she died her spirit would find its way back to its doors. Grim humor brought a grin to her face as she thought about it. To think, she could be in Europe performing in a grand hall, but instead she was sitting in a bar getting shit faced. A moment later she felt her mood falter and her face twitch -- her lips turning down -- but before she could truly frown her glass was to her lips and she was hungrily swallowing its contents. A slight flush heated her face and suddenly she no longer felt the need to frown. Instead, another drink was all she needed. "A Black Russian please." Dotty requested with a pleasant expression and steady voice. The bar tender turned to prepare the drink and she adjusted herself in her seat. With a slight grunt she pulled herself higher in the seat, lazily straightening her clothes with one hand as she did so. Again Dotty laughed as she took herself in. Still wearing her work blouse and pencil skirt she figured she looked a bit dressed up. Whatever. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 3:31:11 GMT
She liked the dim light of bars, the mysterious corners and the uncertain flicker of the overhead lights. It made her skin pale as porcelain, and her eyes pitch black as she scanned the bar for anybody of interest. A few regulars, and a person she recognized a little more.
Mathilde made her way over, slid into the seat beside the woman with a nod towards her before she ordered a martini. While she watched the burly bartender mixing drinks, she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse, in a decorative case, lighting one up and looking back over to the blonde.
"Straight from work to the bar, huh? Classy."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 4:40:46 GMT
Mathilde always seemed to bring a slight chill with her. Maybe it was the way the light almost bleached her skin, or the fact that she spent so much time around the dead, but the woman's presence tended to make Dotty a bit uneasy. Still, company was company and when it came to socializing Mathilde wasn't near as ghastly. "That's me, class out the ass." She quipped, looking over at the girl and offering a friendly grin before shifting her attention to the pack of cigarettes. Her own pack had run out about halfway through the day, and she'd been craving a light since lunch. "Want to pass me one of those 'thilde?" Dotty asked, holding out a hand, "Long day, had no problem tearing through that pack." As Dotty spoke, her drink was slid across the counter to her, she gave the bartender a grin and a nod before downing half of it. Her head buzzed, accompanying whatever answer Mathilde had to give. @mathilde
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 8:16:23 GMT
For reasons Mathilde could hardly explain, most of the company she kept was... dull, at least in the intellectual sense. Maybe she just liked to feel superior. Dotty was different, somebody more up to par with Mathilde, someone who made much more interesting and stimulating conversation.
Mathilde cocked her head with a catlike grin. People could say what they liked about her job, but at least the dead were quiet. Compliant. Simple. After a few seconds of pretending to consider the request, she shook a cigarette out, pushed her lighter across the counter along with it. "Only because I pity you."
She took a drag herself, nodding as the bartender placed her drink in front of her. Dotty was already halfway through hers while Mathilde took a few small sips. "And how's the fascinating world of law going?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:10:44 GMT
"That's a new one, usually pity gets me lectures and condescending compliments," Dotty commented, putting her drink down to pick up the cigarette, "Then again, you're not exactly usual are you ghost whisperer?" A grin spread on her flushed face as she placed the cigarette to her lips and lit it, taking a long drag almost instantly before letting out a sigh that more guided than forced the smoke from her mouth. With a motion smooth through practice, Dotty flicked off the now exhausted part of the cigarette. Before getting to the subject of her poorly-chosen practice Dotty took another swallow of her drink, leaving only a bit of it swilling about at the bottom. A dispassionate tone took her voice when she did speak. "Oh you know, always a whodunit. A guy comes in, accused of robbing a convenience store on southside. I'm supposed to dig up the recordings, previous record, talk to the clerk, all that good stuff. Whodunit becomes more 'how'd you think you'd get away with it' as the day goes by." Really, half of the people her firm was supposed to protect were just so stupid, "Finding stuff to acquit these guys is like searching for a needle in a barn's worth of hay." And there went the last of her drink, and with it came the beginning of a pleasant alcohol haze. "Anyway, how are your dead people?" It was always weird trying to turn a conversation on Mathilde when it came to jobs. What was she supposed to ask? 'Any quirky deaths'? @mathilde
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 4:22:28 GMT
Mathilde scoffed, tapping the ashes out into the tray laid down between them. "Why, would you like one?" She could do condescending, pretty well. She had to smile at the ghost whisperer comment, curling a hand around her glass and raising it in a little salute, sipping at it with eyes on Dotty as she bemoaned her career choice.
She didn't need any more reason to think of people as commonly stupid, but Dotty provided it nonetheless. She offered a light laugh, took a slow drag as she thought of how to answer. Most people didn't like to listen to the gorey details. Most people were scared of death and made uneasy by Mathilde, who knew it so intimately.
She nursed her drink as she tried to recall anything particularly notable. "We had a construction accident. Mess of a corpse." She rolled her eyes. "The family wanted an open casket, though. There's only so much we can do." Then she met Dotty's eye with a grin. "The dead are fine, it's the living that are a bother."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 5:50:10 GMT
"No thanks, I have my parents for that." Dotty offered her own scoff in response. Those calls were some of the greatest thorns in her side, and if Mathilde started she'd probably blow her top. Well, after the booze and nicotine wore off at least. While waiting for Mathilde to get started on her own story Dotty took another drag of her cigarette. Her chest rose as she sucked in another fourth of the cigarette's length, and then fell slowly as again she sighed out another cloud of smoke. Paying Mathilde the same courtesy she'd given her, Dotty then turned her eyes to face the woman as she described an especially grizzly death. She couldn't help but grimace slightly at her description and the idiocy of the clients. "It's so nice to know the idiocy in society spreads far beyond where my eyesight, and ears, falter." An almost tangible sarcasm soaked her voice as she spoke. Really, it was as if the majority of society had no idea what logic was or how it worked in the world. While she wasn't the brightest person in the world, her reasoning tended to only leave her when she was shitfaced. Not that it wasn't a common state she was in, as was made clear when she finished off her drink and ordered yet another, face starting to pink a bit and a giddy feeling swirling in her stomach, "You know, I've always wondered what got you into all this dead person business. It's not exactly something you put down on your 'when I grow up list' in Kindergarten." Not wanting any dead air Dotty tried to keep the conversation going, at least until she got her next drink. @mathilde
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 5:36:25 GMT
She nodded in agreement - though she couldn't see Dotty's parents having anything to complain about. Didn't every parent dream of little lawyers and doctors?
Mathilde watched Dotty polishing off her drink while she sipped demurely at her own. She didn't bother to stop her. She wasn't a voice of reason. The drunker Dotty got the more fun she got, and Mathilde would sit back and let her drink herself sick. She was sure the other woman would do the same for her after all.
"Funny enough, I was almost gonna be a doctor." She took a swallow of her drink, in hopes of at least a little buzz before she went on. "I worked at the funeral home, part time in high school. You know, it seemed cool in that pretentious way. While everyone else was selling clothes and flipping burgers, I was hanging with the dead." She shrugged. "I liked it. Still do."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 1:54:52 GMT
"A nice 180 there. From sustaining life to opening the door." Dotty joked before beginning to chuckle for what was likely a few seconds too long. It was always funny to see how different a life goes than initially planned. That is, of course, as long as the life in question wasn't her own. As Mathilde told the short story of her early relationship with the dead Dotty began swallowing down her fresh drink, ignoring the look the bartender gave her as she did so. After a few decent swallows she was ready to continue the conversation with a wide smile, "So you were a uh, um, a hipster? Yeah that's it! Though that's an interesting way to step outside of the box, spending your evenings with the dead." Another laugh escaped her with the comment. "You've always been a bit strange, huh 'thilde?" She laughed throughout the sentence, amused at the fact her friend -- at least that's the word she'd use for now -- was always such an interesting character. @mathilde
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 4:58:37 GMT
Mathilde chuckled, though she cut off before Dotty did, tipping her drink back and feeling the buzz settle, a pleasant kind of dizziness, cocking a brow as Dotty went on, though she offered a catlike smile.
"I guess so." She said simply. She was hardly her parents pride and joy. Of course her mother always wanted to know when she was going to settle down and get a normal job. When she would grow out or hair, or get rid of those hideous tattoos. She was strange, but not without her charms. Dotty never refused her company, after all.
"How about you, why'd you choose law?" Everybody thought Mathilde was strange for her job, but she was content with it. Unlike most people. Somehow, she didn't think that paralegal had been Dotty's first choice of career either, and it only felt right she share her ambitions in return.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 0:49:39 GMT
Dotty felt her stomach swim at the question Mathilde asked. Why did she choose law? It was a question that made her happy she'd had so much to drink. Despite this, she was still floored a bit thinking about it. Finishing off her drink made it easy to ignore it though. "You're a real buzz kill 'thilde." She complained with a sigh, ordering another drink before smiling wide at the girl, "I guess it wasn't so much choice as it was necessity." As she made the statement Dotty's voice took on an almost whiny tone. She really hated telling this story, it made her leg ache. "I liked dancing when I was little," It seemed she was going to stop there for a bit, but when her drink arrived it was clear she was just waiting for her first swallow, "Naw, I didn't like it, I loved it. Danced a lot since I was a tot. Was goin' to make it a job ya know?" For a moment some real emotion got through the booze and her voice seemed to break instead of whine, but then she took another gulp of alcohol and she chuckled. "But you know the old story, right? Life's a bitch." A louder guffaw escaped her at that comment, but her dismissal tone made it clear she didn't plan to say anymore on the comment. @mathilde
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 4:15:06 GMT
Mathilde could tell she'd struck a nerve - she was still curious enough not to retract her question, but she laughed lightly and offered some recompense. "Next drink's on me." She took a drag of her cigarette while they waited for Dotty's drink.
She supposed that things hadn't gone as planned for either of them, but while Mathilde had found herself in a better position, Dotty had been, quite simply fucked over. Mathilde wasn't particularly sympathetic, but even she had to feel a little bad. "I don't think I've ever been that passionate about anything." She said, pausing for a sip at her drink, nearly emptied by now. "Not even dead people."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2014 20:40:53 GMT
"Oh man, you know just how to get to me 'Thilde!" Dottie replied, the closest thing to a thank you that was going to come out of her mouth. How could she close herself off when there were drinks on their way! Surely there was some way to perform this task, but Dotty sure couldn't think of one. The problem became a bit easier as Mathilde continued pursuing the topic, but once again her sweet tonic arrived just in time for her to continue.
"Well I mean, like ya said. Dead people was kind of a thing that came up later. Not that you don't have a passion for your business or love it or whatever, but it wasn't your big plan," Dotty shrugged, speaking between swallows, "It was just a big thing for me growing up. Balllet dancer was what I put on my 'when I grow up' list in Kindergarten."
She mellowed out a bit as she spoke, getting this noncommittal grin on her face, an expression likely encouraged by the alcohol in her blood. Not really knowing what else to add, she just sipped more at her drink, humming a tune from some recital she didn't quite remember. @mathilde
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 5:13:12 GMT
Mathilde smiled. She had called the bartender over with a subtle wave of her hand and not much else - Dotty was good business at least, and the more they talked the more she seemed to drink, especially once they'd gotten onto the sour topic of careers.
She had ordered another drink for herself as well, and as the bartender mixed it, she rested her chin on a hand, braced her elbow on the counter top and nodded agreeably as Dotty spoke.
"Well, if it's any consolation," And it really wasn't, "Lawyers and dancers look the same once they're dead." Mathilde surveyed Dotty, seeing the trace of a smile, as if she was recalling fond memories. "But maybe I'm just getting morbid." She smiled as well at the joke, as if she had ever been anything else.
"So is that why you drink?" She motioned to the glass Dotty was emptying quickly, desperately. "Crushed dreams, huh?"
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