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Truth be told, work was the furthest thing from Prissy's mind. The manager had dared to put her on the schedule, but after a gigantic hissyfit of glorious proportions, Daniel had kindly (and quickly) offered to pick it up for her, forgoing his own plans with his girlfriend.

Which suited Prissy just fine.

The texts had been initially ignored, the little bird tweet sounds muffled out by the two pillows that buried a mess of pink hair. She'd risen hours later, fixed her hair and makeup and only then did she glance at her iPhone.

[Text to Kat: Cheesecake Factory, one at the mall. What's playing?]

[Text to Kat: It better be good, idk what's playing]

[Text to Kat: 21, u jelly?]

Her nose wrinkled as she read the responses that quickly pinged their way back to her phone. Deadpool? Really? What sort of romantic film name was that?

Then again, there were always a few quirky-named movies out there. Fool's Gold came to mind (oh, Matthew McConaughey heart ), Crossroads...there were several out there with peculiar names. Maybe this one wouldn't be too bad.

After all, Katrina wouldn't dare try to ruin her birthday celebration, right?

[Text to Kat: Sounds awful. ]

[Text to Kat: I guess. But I wnat gummy bears]

[Text to Kat: + large coke. not the small crap. ]

[Text to Kat: C u @ 7? ]

Dressing wasn't difficult for Priscilla Stratford. No, she had picked her birthday outfit out well in advance, ordering each bit and piece with meticulous care from either the world wide web or from digging through troves of clothes at the mall.

A shower was also in order for her, followed by primping and drying and even more primping of her pink curls. Was she overdressed for dinner and a movie? Maybe. But she was twenty-one today and she'd be darned to spend a moment caring what anyone else thought - this was her day, after all.

She'd ordered one of the maids to call in advance for reservations to the Cheesecake Factory. Timid Madeline had returned and meekly attempted to explain that the restaurant did not accept reservations - especially on holidays - but Prissy would hear none of it. Instead, she sent the poor girl ahead to wait in line for a table, standing outside in the cold with a small notification buzzer for well over an hour until Priscilla herself finally arrived.

Irritated at not seeing her dinner date, she punched on her iPhone keys.

[Text to Kat: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiting ]

It hadn't occurred to her to actually text her partner in crime for the evening the actual whereabouts of their meeting location, but that wasn't her problem. Her problem was that she was thirsty and about to seat herself at her newly prepared table and order some pink lemonade for herself, sugar rim on the glass included.

She heard the blip on her phone and was just about to glance down at it when she caught a familiar sight in the corner of her eye - the duo-colored hair was pretty hard to miss, just as her own pink curls were an easy spot.

"Finaaaally," She crooned, wagging a finger towards her friend. Her words implied she was annoyed, but her tone gave away her playful banter. "I was about to start without you."

Her outfit still screamed PUNK but at the very least, she carried it out well. And pink. Prissy could appreciate the pink.

....not that she'd ever actually tell her companion that she had the very slightest bit of wardrobe approval.

One arm looped around her friend's, dragging her off towards the table where Madeline sat. As the girls approached, the maid silently rose and nodded, fleeing the scene before Prissy could even raise one hand dismissively in her direction.

Menus were placed before them, as well as a basket of various breads and butter. The waitress, looking haggard and worn-out from the especially busy holiday evening, eventually made her way towards the table.

"Do you ladies know what you'd like to drink? Or eat, perhaps?"

"Pink lemonade. Extra sugar on the rim." One finger trailed down the appetizer section, a pink nail pausing as it came across an especially scrumptious option. "And fried macaroni and cheese, to start. That."

Eyes peered over the menu as she waited for her partner's response. She'd better know what she wanted to drink, at least, because Prissy was not about to wait another minute to get something in her stomach!

She started to say the salads are good for those trying to lose weight but for once, held her tongue in check. As haughty as she was, Prissy did not forget the fact that the woman sitting across from her was the only lonely soul willing to give up their Valentine's Day weekend evening to spend with her - so she would be nice, for once.

Okay, she would try to be nice, for once.

"Pizza, if you're in to more simpler foods. Or their lobster is nice, if you're into eating underwater pinchy sea things." Eyes roamed across the menu, glancing across the various themes the restaurant offered with its options. Over two hundred choices left a large decision to be had - "Are you even a seafood fan? Or are you more of a steak and potatoes sort of lady?"

Seeing as the couple continued their discussion while excluding the waitress, the woman departed from the table to fetch the drinks. She had a feeling, judging by the vibe at the table, that she might have her hands full for the next hour or so.

Her nose wrinkled at both the thought of fish and fungus in a meal. At least salmon wouldn't stink up the table like some other options would - thank goodness for that.

Reaching over towards the bread basket, she plucked one of the long sticks and unceremoniously ripped a segment off, taking her knife and sliding a sliver of butter on top of it. Prissy had been there several times, so was used to the large menu - she only had a few, select favorites so having to rifle through page after page was not her problem.

The waitress barely had time to set their drinks on the table before she began with her ordering.

"Filet mignon, medium rare. Salad, no fries." Eyes didn't bother to rise to meet the waitress's, her focus still on the grain bread between her thumb and forefinger. "Wait - no, I may munch on some fries. Keep those too."

Her knife pointed in Kat's direction, signaling her turn. The other woman was far more gracious in her ordering, allowing the waitress time to actually jot down her request in a non-barking manner.

As soon as the girl left the table, Prissy bit into the bread and chewed. "So, ever been here before, KittyKat?"

While her companion may have pondered the merits of lying, Prissy saw no reason to. Well, sort of.

"Like I would even know where to begin."

A single finger moved to scrape off some of the sugar, then moved to her mouth. Prissy had been excited about the prospect of going out to drink - she was twenty-one today, after all - but the excitement had slowly begun to dissolve, the longer the day grew on. She didn't have the first clue as to what to drink. Her boarding school had been full of snobs and, well, prissy girls but their interpretation of a wild and crazy weekend was going over their father's allotted limit on a shopping spree. Drinking? Drinking made you act stupid and that's how so many college girls had gotten themselves on shows like Girls Gone Wild and whatnot, cementing the ruin of their reputation on a permanent level.

At least, that's what she reasoned in her head.

She knew it had a bitter taste, but also knew that several recipes had a way of dressing it up - making it taste and look prettier than booze really was. Eyes cut across to her partner as she took a sip of her non-alcoholic beverage. Maybe, just maybe, she could trust her with this decision.

"Is there...anything pink?"