The Nora Project - Felicia
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xp_logsFelicia and Kevin sit down after work for drinks so she can play with her new toy.
"I think we might be cliche here." Nora said as the waiter dropped off the two glasses of white in front of them. They'd finished a long briefing on the Maggia movements Felicia had been tracking, and had opted to skip the six blocks to Finnegans and stopped in the wine bar across the street instead.
Felicia smiled, a tip of her head that bordered on mocking, as she picked hers up by the stem holding it for a toast. "Only if it's a trough of Chardonnay and I still wouldn't be mad at it. This you is /fun/."
"What, you're suggesting my dour masculine presence is somehow not fun? That hurts, Hardy. Deeply." She said, toasting her with the glass before taking a sip. "Remind me to imply heavily that I'm your new side piece before we leave just to insure six months of questions."
"Oh my god, would you?" Felicia gasped, leaning forward, her drink forgotten. "I haven't had a bi out moment in forever and certainly not with anyone as hot as you are right now. How do you feel about a not actually candid photoshoot that I pretend are selfies?"
"Every so often, I forget what a deeply broken person you really are." Nora arched an auburn eyebrow at her. "If you want pictures, we'll need at least two more rounds after this."
Felicia gave a short laugh in return, returning to angling away and slinging one arm along the back of her chair. "You're so good to me, new side piece. I'm sorry and whatever is appropriately respectful of your EMF trauma and stuff, but I'll miss you when you're gone."
"Considering the reactions, I think quite a few of my co-workers would prefer Nora." She said wryly, taking another sip. "So, do you want to talk about your flitting around the office these days or does that edge into entirely too serious territory?"
An ankle bumped Nora's, casual but firm, unprovocative, an affectionate reminder, before drawing away, crossing to the other side. Felicia took a sip of her drink, relaxed enough to show the rapid churn on her features as she internally debated something. "We can do it carefully," she finally said, her words halting as she chose them carefully. "I wasn't great, it got worse, and now I'm paying someone a lot of money to repeatedly try and convince me of some. Things."
"Fair enough. Is there anything that I can help with? Don't tell anyone, but I feel some vague responsibility for your well being." Nora carefully opened space back up, not needing to push. "Or there is certainly the 'drinking too much' assistance that I've always been so good at providing."
Felicia allowed herself a brief, warm look. "I'd love a couple unhealthy doses of alcohol. A warning that after a few of them I'll confess I could use the occasional drunk affirmation that one day my luck will even out," she said, giving her nose an uncharacteristic scrunch. "Wow, enough of that. Segue. Did I ask you where you got that dress yet?"
"Private shop in Paris. A former and extremely disgruntled assistant designer for Dior opened it up about twenty years ago. First time I came in, he wept." She smiled lazily. "Henri has his finger on the pulse and I've had a lot of people thinking I'm wearing something exclusive from his former house. I can introduce you to him next time we're in Paris. He's talked about needing a blonde muse."
"Please. I could use something pretty, someone telling me I'm pretty, and a return to my perfect roots." Felicia drank long, setting her glass down with a dim noise. "I'm not sure if I can achieve weeping, but how will I know unless I try."
"You know, I think you could use a long network run through Europe. Get you out of your head for a bit." Nora nodded. "I don't mind introducing you to a few friends. Europe is so much better with excellent clothes."
A soft hum, a mirrored nod. "I haven't had a proper duck gratin in. A while. It will be too cold for the couple of tables they put on the street with the view, but their back corner booth has an open view of both exits, and it's warm," she admitted, though it seemed like her description was not entirely accurate. "A trade, but your seven new mansion suitors are not invited. I'm in a delicate, self centered, place."
"The mansion certainly has a thing for attractive older women, it seems. I mean, technically my normal form is mid-thirties whereas Nora would have been about forty in this form. But I'm the old man while she's the belle of the ball. Seems unfair." She fake pouted.
"I mean, look, you can both get it. But Kevin likes being a grumpy old man where Nora..." Felicia leaned across the table, running her thumb along Nora's full bottom lip and the drop of imaginary wine there. "Is new and shiny right now. And has really great... personality."
"Oh yeah, I think that just sealed the deal on what they are going to talk about when we leave." Nora arched an eyebrow at Felicia's sudden touch. "So spring trip to Europe? Just us girls?" He joked.
Felicia didn't even try to look innocent, her teeth all sharp as she smiled. "I'll try my best to wait that long."
"I think we might be cliche here." Nora said as the waiter dropped off the two glasses of white in front of them. They'd finished a long briefing on the Maggia movements Felicia had been tracking, and had opted to skip the six blocks to Finnegans and stopped in the wine bar across the street instead.
Felicia smiled, a tip of her head that bordered on mocking, as she picked hers up by the stem holding it for a toast. "Only if it's a trough of Chardonnay and I still wouldn't be mad at it. This you is /fun/."
"What, you're suggesting my dour masculine presence is somehow not fun? That hurts, Hardy. Deeply." She said, toasting her with the glass before taking a sip. "Remind me to imply heavily that I'm your new side piece before we leave just to insure six months of questions."
"Oh my god, would you?" Felicia gasped, leaning forward, her drink forgotten. "I haven't had a bi out moment in forever and certainly not with anyone as hot as you are right now. How do you feel about a not actually candid photoshoot that I pretend are selfies?"
"Every so often, I forget what a deeply broken person you really are." Nora arched an auburn eyebrow at her. "If you want pictures, we'll need at least two more rounds after this."
Felicia gave a short laugh in return, returning to angling away and slinging one arm along the back of her chair. "You're so good to me, new side piece. I'm sorry and whatever is appropriately respectful of your EMF trauma and stuff, but I'll miss you when you're gone."
"Considering the reactions, I think quite a few of my co-workers would prefer Nora." She said wryly, taking another sip. "So, do you want to talk about your flitting around the office these days or does that edge into entirely too serious territory?"
An ankle bumped Nora's, casual but firm, unprovocative, an affectionate reminder, before drawing away, crossing to the other side. Felicia took a sip of her drink, relaxed enough to show the rapid churn on her features as she internally debated something. "We can do it carefully," she finally said, her words halting as she chose them carefully. "I wasn't great, it got worse, and now I'm paying someone a lot of money to repeatedly try and convince me of some. Things."
"Fair enough. Is there anything that I can help with? Don't tell anyone, but I feel some vague responsibility for your well being." Nora carefully opened space back up, not needing to push. "Or there is certainly the 'drinking too much' assistance that I've always been so good at providing."
Felicia allowed herself a brief, warm look. "I'd love a couple unhealthy doses of alcohol. A warning that after a few of them I'll confess I could use the occasional drunk affirmation that one day my luck will even out," she said, giving her nose an uncharacteristic scrunch. "Wow, enough of that. Segue. Did I ask you where you got that dress yet?"
"Private shop in Paris. A former and extremely disgruntled assistant designer for Dior opened it up about twenty years ago. First time I came in, he wept." She smiled lazily. "Henri has his finger on the pulse and I've had a lot of people thinking I'm wearing something exclusive from his former house. I can introduce you to him next time we're in Paris. He's talked about needing a blonde muse."
"Please. I could use something pretty, someone telling me I'm pretty, and a return to my perfect roots." Felicia drank long, setting her glass down with a dim noise. "I'm not sure if I can achieve weeping, but how will I know unless I try."
"You know, I think you could use a long network run through Europe. Get you out of your head for a bit." Nora nodded. "I don't mind introducing you to a few friends. Europe is so much better with excellent clothes."
A soft hum, a mirrored nod. "I haven't had a proper duck gratin in. A while. It will be too cold for the couple of tables they put on the street with the view, but their back corner booth has an open view of both exits, and it's warm," she admitted, though it seemed like her description was not entirely accurate. "A trade, but your seven new mansion suitors are not invited. I'm in a delicate, self centered, place."
"The mansion certainly has a thing for attractive older women, it seems. I mean, technically my normal form is mid-thirties whereas Nora would have been about forty in this form. But I'm the old man while she's the belle of the ball. Seems unfair." She fake pouted.
"I mean, look, you can both get it. But Kevin likes being a grumpy old man where Nora..." Felicia leaned across the table, running her thumb along Nora's full bottom lip and the drop of imaginary wine there. "Is new and shiny right now. And has really great... personality."
"Oh yeah, I think that just sealed the deal on what they are going to talk about when we leave." Nora arched an eyebrow at Felicia's sudden touch. "So spring trip to Europe? Just us girls?" He joked.
Felicia didn't even try to look innocent, her teeth all sharp as she smiled. "I'll try my best to wait that long."
