Who: Anastacia and Lazarus
When: April 24th
Where: Durem - one of the shopping districts
Weather: A gorgeous and warm day
When: April 24th
Where: Durem - one of the shopping districts
Weather: A gorgeous and warm day
It was her birthday and it wasn't going to plan.
The moment she had woken up this morning she had been ready for a day of pampering and attention - the latter coming from her Guardian who had promised he had taken the day off to spend with her. This had been the plan forever now but no, it had been ruined and it was all Zeke's fault!
They had been sitting in the living room together, Zeke chirping away as usual but this time about how he hoped she liked the gift card and that he'll be getting her another birthday gift while they were out. In that time he said something about how she had a lot of sewing and knitting stuff and that he thought a dress would be more up her alley. That was the plan then, but right now it was but a distant thought in the Frei's mind. Mid-powwow, the phone had rang. Anastacia hadn't paid much mind to it - Brad usually called her Guardian about that time anyway - but this had quickly changed as Zeke's tone and dialogue shifted immediately after picking up. Throughout the short but damning call, the vet tried hard to get two words in edgewise to the voice on the other end of the phone but couldn't. So when the phone on the other end hung up abruptly in his ear, he ended up looking between the phone and his ward with dismay and displeasure. He had been silent for a few minutes - which earned him a quizzical and then annoyed look from Anastacia - before finally speaking and ruining the Frei's day with one simple sentence:
"I have to go into work for a few hours."
The Frei grit her teeth as the words echoed through her mind and she pulled a dress off a spring sale rack a bit harder than she had intended. What he had said was NOT the plan! It went against the very nature of the plan! Zeke had tried to explain and apologize as the spider queen had immediately gotten upset then, but she wouldn't hear two words of it.
"It'll only be for an hour or two," he had said, "I promise I'll be coming straight home after and nothing will change, Anya! It's just a little bump in the road, like last year, remember?"
She had remembered, but that was then and this was now. Now was supposed to not be a repeat of last year; it was supposed to be different, way different! In essence it still was, but that was beside the point. The point now was that her Guardian was off at work and she was now floating before an outdoor rack of clothing by herself on her birthday.
Was she really expected to stay home on her birthday? If she was, then in her mind Zeke could just shove off. In the time Zeke spent quickly changing and trying get out the door, she had been throwing a tantrum at him. Telling him the facts, as it was in her head, and why he was in the wrong for even THINKING of going. Zeke had continued with the apologies and promises that he'd be right back - Excuses... - and in the end he had left. He had to. There was no way he couldn't have gotten out of it and he had called back work to the same result. They needed him there on an emergency.
So he had gone and left the Virus Raevan floating in the foyer, glaring at the door and panting from the tirade she had just unleashed. Had she the blood to do so, her face would have been splotchy and flushed from it, but instead remained clear - if not twisted into a snarl. Although not one to usually make snap decisions, Anastacia had - right then and there - damned the man and his promise to return and instead decided to take herself out.
"Why should I be made to wait on MY birthday for the workaholic to come home?" She shook her head as the question passed over her lips in a grumpy mutter. There was no point to thinking that now - she was doing what the sudden plan was. She had taken her gift card, had left the apartment, and was intending to spend it on what she wanted to without Zeke around. The only problem now was what she would buy.
Putting the dress she had grabbed back on the rack, the Frei moved over a little and began browsing anew. She had $200 burning a hole in the bag on her arm and the desire to get back at her man in any underhanded way possible. The fact she could treat herself while doing the latter was only an added plus to the currently still ornery Widow.
