Ooooh, another ten mins to go and I'm free. To reeeest.
Meh, ok, Nodding Duchess walkin over, purty dress. Aw bless her she's with her new gentleman friend, yay, get to leave after all.
Right, jacket. Oh yeah didnt take one. Bag. Got it. Phone. Fags? At bottom of bag; lighter? Next to till? Argh of course everyone wants another drink. Lose bag. Wine? Cool, spritzer. For that girl there? Argh Gianni!! You fancy everyone....Lazy tart, whatever, ok ya, Ill take it over, but then I really am leavin. Ya it *is* a fab dress but not really something Id wear, not really my styl- Katrina. Here.. I was leaving anyway. .... What?! Hand no dont do it, Im at work. Brain engage mouth. Tell ears to ignore.
Argh sick of political debate. Berlusconi is a brat, no matter how many times they recount he will stilll looooooooose. Aw Signoro Depretes seems a gent, bless him. Aaaaah yay Im free to g-. You are kiddin me Gianni. You're 32 years old go chat her up yourself. The band were lovely tonight, gonna be humming their stuff all the way ho- oh. Crap.... No she didnt.Why so loud? Evryone heard.I just. No. Please please say she didnt. My workplace. My reputation. Music. Listen to music. Ignore her. I cant believe she just... Duchess you rock.
Should have done nails darker pink. Hm. Oooh yay, dress still intact. Aww Sig. Depretes still kisses girls hands. Lil charmer, lol, seems a sweetie
Ok bag, phone, fags..... lighter? Ah yes light- Ok whatever. Argh cold. Hate hate vibes to ice. Spritzer? At this hour? Whatever. Fine. Just the one? Hmph, waste of time. I could be havin a fag right now and chattin to the badly neglected oh. Crap. Put glass down. Must loosen grip on glass. Do *not* smack her with it. Ignore ears and eyes, just put it down, itll hurt us more than her. You will lose job. Ah glass on table. Goooood. Now curl up. Nails in palm. Atta girl. Long as we stay away from her face. Tell ears to listen to music. Music. Band. Not her. Stay away. Behind back. Play with rings.
Tired. Wants sleep. Want fag before sleep. Love the bands cover of "You belong to me", though for sure Ill be bloody singin that for the next week or so. Awww what an absolute gent. He's like a bubbly Richard Gere... And pain in the ass she is changin her mind every two days about wedding plans, Duchess isnt so bad. Yawn. Home. Argh why do the contents of my bag always end up littered everywhere? Gianni now what- Oh you .. you suck. You know I cant say no when you flash the dimples.... Fine whatever. But dont come cryin to me when she leaves without thankin you. The band really *are* good, must book them more often. From here she kinda looks like. Right, drink down and leave. Dont just stand there. What? Why is she smirking? What?
"I heard your step dad's coming to see you." She's toasting me? People are staring, why? "Here's to what you do best Rose, here's to keeping it in the family. But damn girl, your uncle wasnt enough?"
Message to Ears, you misheard. Message to hands, you didnt, but please please dont react. At home we will batter pillows. Pillows dont press charges. "Leave this room immediately Signorina or I shall escort you myself." Huh? Duchess? I dont know ... I just.. I need.
I need to go home.
*smile* *smiles* *smirks* Evening Ma'am. Oh hello sir. Lovely to meet you to- Oh. *laugh* I didnt realise anyone still kissed hands. I'll be leaving soon, but it was a pleasure Sig. Ma'am I will see you during the week, have a pleasant evening. *smiles* *twist* *Bite lip* Gianni!! OK fine. *smile* You need to stop with the dimples at me and do it to the ones you fancy. *smirk* Selectively shy ya mean. *twist* Hmmm hm mm you beloooong to *drop* *shut* *blank* *bite lip* Bite lip till bleeds* *open* *shut* *stay firmly shut*
Bet you're glad I was here huh?
Katrina. Your poor poor girl. I wonder what could have hurt you the way you want to hurt me.