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 Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:26 am
Olivia fussed infront of her small rustic looking mirror, adjusting her dress this way and that, trying to make herself seem attractive, but at the same time, trying not to look like the street walkers Ment liked to have clothing conversations with. What was wrong with that boy?
"You look fine," chimed the peppermint smelling boy, as he peeked over her shoulder into the mirror, "He's not going to care if you're all dolled up. I mean he asked you out on a work day where you looked like crud."
"Thanks Ment, you're a real support." Olivia grumbled, rolling her eyes at her teenage son.
Ment toddled away from the mirrow and back out into the main shop area to keep an eye out on things, though Olivia was closing shop early today to spend the day with Samuel, she never really "closed" until she was actually walking out the door, meaning business could come in up till the last minute. Someone needed to watch things.
Olivia grabbed the brush off the little table infront of the mirrorw and brushed out her bangs once more, and fused with her curls trying to make them look a little less frizzy than normal. All the while she starred at the several fregrance bottles infront of her, wondering which she should wear, or if Samuel even liked the smell of a woman's perfume. Dates were more work than..well...work!
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:33 am
Unfortunately, Ment was mostly right. Samuel expected Olivia to dress formally, of course, but anything past that was just peaches and cream. He did indeed like she smell of a woman's perfume as well as the curves in her hips, the slope of her neck, the flounce of her hair, and the touch of her skin. To Samuel, women were ethereal beauties; gifts from God that were meant to be cherished, praised, and cared-for.
He had gone first to his parents' house without Polly to warn them of what he was going to do. They were an influential and well-known family, and here was their eldest son courting a poor woman. He only gave a warning, though, and didn't wait for their scolding before leaving for home and getting dressed-up. He wore a black suit with a silk tie and just a dash of cologne. He headed for the scent shop then, Polly bouncing and giggling and asking questions in the passenger's seat. He'd brought his 'formal car', usually kept at his parents', in all of its shiny, smooth black curves. When he parked at the street, he was certain he was getting a few strange looks. He took Polly's hand and went up to the door, knocking lightly and waving to Ment.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:58 am
Ment noticed them right away and waved, turning his head back in Olivia's direction to scream, "HE'S HERE," which in the end prompted a couple things to fall over on Olivia's end by the abrupt dash in the silence she was enjoying for once.
In her last minute attempts to make herself presentable and to close the gaps in class distinction, Olivia dabbed on a little of her most expensive fregrance, 'Black Amythest'. She only hoped it wasn't too strong.
Ment sauntered over to the door and opened it, letting both in with a huge grin, "'Livia's still in the back trying to look like a proper woman."
"I can hear you!" She yelled, with a huff, making sure every last bit of her was in place the way she wanted it. From the elegant purple and black dress, to her best shoes, and of course her her pearl adorned choker and earrings. She made sure everything looked right. Afterall, she hadn't been on a date in so long, and he seemed genuinely interested in her. she didn't want to flake this up.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 9:09 am
"Your mother is always a woman, remember that," Samuel said with a wink and a wag of the finger, "A lady is the proper term, or a gentlewoman, were your mother perhaps 20 years older..."
"MENT!" Polly yelped, flying through the door to hug Ment around the waist, "We're gonna get pizza, right?! Can we have ice cream?!" Samuel just chuckled affectionately, closing the door softly behind him. He knew better than to rush a lady (and he was content himself in calling Olivia that, class status aside) and so just sat, hands clasped behind his back. His hair had been masterfully done, rather than quickly spiked and mussed.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 9:16 am
"Don't any of you laugh, ok!?" Olivia called from the back, as she made her way to the front of the store, her heels clinking against the hardwood floors, and the sounds of her dress as it swooshed against it's own folds of satin fabric.
Ment hugged Polly back and grinned wide, "We can have whatever you want!" Ment looked up to Olivia as she came from the back and crooked his head,"She looks like a woman."
Olivia averted her eyes and grumbled, "I am a woman." she peaked over at Samuel and tried not to blush. He looked so handsome, even moreso than normal.
"I hope this ok...," she murmured quietly, "I don't have a lot of really nice dresses."
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 9:18 am
Samuel took two smooth steps forward and took Olivia's hand in his, lifting it to his lips and kissing it gently.
"It's perfect. Shall we go?" he asked softly. He had relative trust in Ment to not do anything stupid, and they certainly wouldn't get themselves killed, and thatwas enough for him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 9:25 am
Olivia went red in the face, and smiled as he kissed her hand. The male attention she was not used to and hadn't had any for years, not since she opened the shop and dedicated herself to it. It was such a nice turn of pace, feeling wanted.
She nodded her head, curls bouncing, "Where are we headed to?" Her voice had lost a little of it's rouch edge, as she was treading in terroritory she had no recollected knowledge of; the courting scene.
Ment beckoned over his trusty candy-cane stead and picked Polly up, setting him down on it, "Let's go upstairs and decide what to do with ourselves. I like shopping, how does shopping sound?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 9:36 am
"Shopping's AWESOME!" Polly said, and that was it before he rambled up the stairs. Time to go see Ment's room! Samuel lowered Olivia's hand and gave a knowing smirk. He found her shyness...charming. It was definitely a nice break from the gruff, time-worn woman he usually saw in her.
"We're going to L'étoile A Traversé des Amants. Lata, for much, much shorter. I hope you don't mind." It was, after all, deep in the rich section of town.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 11:51 am
"Oh no, I don't mind at all!" Olivia smiled, with a small chuckle. She had no freakin' clue where that was or what that meant, but it sounded expensive and fancy, so she hoped her dress was ok for it.
"I'll just go get my coat, and leave some money out for Ment for food." She said, scurrying back to the back for a brief moment, her heels making the time-tell 'clack clack clack'. Her coat was not nearly as nice as the dress itself. It seemed like a thin, worn little peacoat; however, since it was such a dark color, it was much harder to distinguish how much use the coat actually had.
"Ok, ready." Olivia smiled.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 11:56 am
Samuel of course held Olivia's door open for her and helped her into her seat, then closed the door behind her. The drive went well, the ride was smooth, but once they broke into the rich side of town, things changed. There were tall buildings, marble everywhere, mansions and people with their noses in the air. The restaurant itself seemed to be made of marble, and when Samuel helped Olivia out, they got a great many stares. Samuel ignored it and helped her up the steps and inside to the maitre'd.
"I should have a reservation for two under Devereaux."
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 2:06 pm
No matter how much Olivia tried not to let the stares bother her, she just couldn't stand it. they were all looking at her dissaprovingly, and judging her worth in their heads, just like they did at the masquerade so many many months ago. She hadn't dared come this far into the rich district because of that reason, if it wasn't her clothes that would have them giving nasty looks, it'd be that they remembered the fiasco at the masquerade, and how a certain circus loving Scent caused such a dangerous ruckus she was certain she'd be jailed.
"Devereaux, Devereaux..." The host said as he scanned through the list. "Ah yes, here it is sir."
Olivia proceeded towards the doors as the host talked to Samuel, a mistake she would wish she had not made.
"Excuse me, miss!" The host called, halfway through his sentence explaining where Samuel's table was."Miss this is a private resturaunt. you must have a reservation to attend here. It is not a lower class establishment where you just waltz in and sit wherever you like."
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 2:09 pm
"Excuse me?" Samuel asked, arching a brow and inclining his head threateningly, "Let you and I get a couple of things straight. For one, who is a maitre'd to speak down on any sort of 'lower class'?" Oh-ho-ho, burned!
"Second of all, when a man walks arm-in-arm with a woman, is it not safe to assume that the second person in his reservation may be said woman?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 7:09 pm
The maitre'd looked stunned at Samuel's remark and quickly tried to compose himself, his voice shaky as he faked his best apologetic tone.
"I beg your pardon, sir, I did not mean to imply anything against you, or your..er...lady friend," the maitre'd stuttered, obvious sarcasm in his voice as he referred to Olivia as a "lady".
Olivia looked down towards the ground as Samuel began his rampage on the Maitre'd, somewhat feeling bad for him, but at the same time feeling he definently deserved the brutal verbal lashing she suspected was soon to follow. So what she didn't know how an establishment like this worked. It didn't mean he had to be rude to her and point her out so loudly like that. People behind them were starring at her now, and it only made her feel more out of place and scrutinized.
"However, she cannot simply waltz in there," He started as he began to regain a bit of his haughty 'I work here and know better than her'-attitude as he spoke, "And it is simply unfit for her to do so without being corrected. It would disatisfy the customers inside, and we can simply not have that."
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 7:17 pm
Samuel's jaw set. Nothing said was particularly infuriating to a gentleman, and the logical step was to have a calm conversation with the maitre'd. Unfortunately, Samuel was a very, very angry gentleman. He showed no emotion but contentment on an average day; anything else would be offensive...but today? Today he was finally furthering his life, and some little underling was trying to talk him down.
"Corrected? Had I wandered in, I would not have been 'corrected'." Samuel stepped forward, nearly nose-to-nose with the man.
"I do not appreciate your tone, sir," he growled, voice low, "and so help me GOD--" He began yelling now, making quite a scene and not caring.
"--my family will NEVER give this establishment further business. You...YOU! You are a WRETCHED excuse for humanity by ANY standards. All of you! Everyone!" And now they were staring as the crazy, yelling, familiar man walked into the room.
"How have you ever gotten your heads so far up your asses?!" WHAT?!
"The upper class was once a refined and generous group of people, and here you are, gossiping about the people that love you and picking at tiny portions of terrible food simply because you can! Children like yours and mine are suffering every day, starving, dying while you look down your noses at the rest of humanity...but no! Not like our children! We can afford to feed our children. Clearly...CLEARLY they are inferior! Cursed be you, and cursed be your families!" He turned and clocked the maitre'd in the jaw.
"Come, Olivia."
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 7:47 pm
The poor Maitre'd. He had no idea what was coming to him. As Samuel started upon his rant, the other customers started starring intently at him, smoe frightened, some annoyed, some simply shocked at the behavior, and all the while the Maitre'd was attempting to get security to come calm Samuel down and escort him off the premesis.
As if that would help. By the time the maitre'd turned to call for security, he got clocked in the face by Samuel, who's rage could be felt through the single punch. the wind left him and he landed on the floor, bloodied and down for the count.
Olivia starred at Samuel, both in shock and admiration, but mostly in shock as she was afraid he might haul off and hit someone else. When he said her name she almost jumped, stuttering a simple "Y-Yes." as a reply and quickly taking his arm. Dear lord was he angry.
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