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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 4, 2011 21:35:31 GMT -5
Dangling dice can only hold the interest of an intelligible human being, like Penelope Lea, for so long. It's not like the they were mini disco balls reflecting rainbow shards across her face and the dashboard. Along with that, Penelope began to notice that anything that belonged to Prysm Ray had a slight scent of blueberry muffins, her seat belt, her headrest, the actual seat she was sitting in, and of course, her lips all barred the hint of what she assumed was Prysm Ray's diet. There wasn't a car air freshener in any noticeable places, perhaps Prysm Ray had a part-time job at a blueberry-specific bakery once upon a time? She didn't know, nor did she try to care. The less she knew about Prysm Ray, the more she could hate her. From past experiences, Penelope knew it was hard to hold any disdain for a person you knew everything about. For example, her actual sister Sasha, she would love to hate her, but the fact that she knew absolutely everything about her, seemed to prevent her from doing so. So, when Prysm suggested she turn on the radio, Penelope knew she was about to get a taste of Prysm's musical preferences. "Please be something I hate, like blue grass country, or headache-inducing screaming metal music." [/center][/i] Penelope thought to herself as her hand reached closer and closer to the power button. She knew that cars, especially a modern,, newer models like Prysms', had the ability to remember the last radio station they listened too. Unlike Sasha's, which always had a heavy case of dementia, not even the preset radio stations worked anymore. Penelope didn't want Prysm or herself to share anything in common...other than the fact they were wrestlers, she didn't want to have any sort of similarities to her. The more similarities, the more opportunities at friendship, the more opportunities, the less likely they'll be hated rivals. THAT COULDN'T HAPPEN.
Click. Techno music immediately immersed the car into dashboard thumping awesomeness as Penelope quickly turned the volume down. Wrestling was no longer the single similarity the shared with one another. She hated that. Putting an angry look on her face, so Prysm would get the wrong idea, she quickly pressed a different bookmark button on the radio, and again, and again, and again, each radio station seemingly getting better than the last as Penelope tried harder and harder to give the idea that she hated all of Prysm's set taste of music. Flustered, she turned it off and leaned back in her seat, arms crossed. "You need to have a good CD somewhere, right?" And by "good" she meant "bad," as Penelope opened Prysm's glove compartment without any sort of permission.
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 4, 2011 22:18:45 GMT -5
Click.
Ooh, BPM. Love this station.
Then Penelope switched the station.
Okay, not a fan of BPM. Maybe Electric Area, more progressive style techno, should be more of a hit.
Then she switched the station, yet again.
Alright, not a fan of Progressive Techno... maybe Chill. Yeah, she looks like the type to relax to some Smooth Electronic music.
[/i][/size] She then changed the station again. Station after station, Penelope clicked through. Prysm occasionally glancing over at her, seeing the face that she was making. It was disheartening, so it seemed to Prysm that they didn't share a music taste at all. That was just lovely. As Penelope clicked onto the last station, which was a New Hard Rock station named Octane, Prysm got her hopes up. Maybe she liked that style but then Penelope clicked the radio off and sounded even more disgusted. Prysm let out a low sigh. Yeah, your brilliant radio plan sure worked out for you didn't it? Now she knows that you don't share a music taste. Only a matter of time until more springs up.Shaking her head slightly, to get rid of that voice. She tries to focus on the road in front of her, until she heard the click of the glove compartment. Glancing over, she saw that Penelope had opened what Prysm hoped she hadn't. Oh no...H...hey, what're you looking in there for? WHY is she in the glove compartment?! Good god woman, stop her!The LAST time somebody had snooped through her glove compartment, something really, really bad happened. Granted that time, it just happened to be when her best friend had reached in there to grab a piece of gum. But instead, she had pulled out a dvd that Prysm had bought the previous day and totally forgot about. Prysm blushed slightly just thinking about the DVD and her friends reaction. The DVD in question? LezLove 3: Lonely Lickers God, that sure was a good one...
When her friend, who was a relatively shy girl saw the title and the box art... she blushed as much as she could and put the dvd pack as fast as possible and slammed the glove compartment. No matter how much after that day, Prysm could never get her friend to look at her the same way again. It ruined their friendship. Granted, that was her last car and a few years ago, and she didn't have any weird pornos in the glove compartment this time, it was still an event that she didn't want to happen ever again. Or even a situation like that. Gulping, Prysm tried her best to concentrate on the road. But it was becoming more and more difficult as her nervousness was starting to show. She didn't want Penelope to snoop through there. Even though the only thing in there was a few CDs, some 5 gum, her registration and a small picture. The picture was of her and her 5 closest friends. The picture was taken by Sparkle's little brother, who seemed to have a massive crush on Arlene... HEY YOU. STOP DAY DREAMING ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS FROM BACK HOME. SHE'S STILL GOING THROUGH THE GLOVE COMPARTMENT.
STOP.
HER.There's nothing in there...I said stop her!
Too late, Penelope had seemingly found what Prysm was dreading. The single handedly, most embarrassing thing that Penelope could find right now...[/color][/center]
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 5, 2011 3:08:48 GMT -5
"XOMBIE SKULL KICKERS!" Screamed the capitalized and bolded text on the CD Penelope Lea was now holding between her hands. She didn't know how to react! First, this CD wasn't publicly available, it was merely a demo disc she and Sasha used to get their gigs across western Canada. Yes, they had multiple copies, but they never, ever actually had the opportunity to sell mass quantities of them. Selling musical CDs was still a lingering dream among their band members, and part of joining Sin City Wrestling was to get themselves known across the world, well...at least North America. Unfortunately, with Sasha Lea mysteriously missing from most of SCW's televised events, it left Penelope Lea doing most, if not all, of their self-advertising. Holding the SCW Hellcats Championship for a month helped majorly, but still they had yet to break any major boundaries. Second, why in the world would Prysm Ray have the CD? Penelope half-believed that Prysm Ray hated her, this date being merely a tool to embarrass Penelope in public, because it just wasn't enough to take her prized championship belt. The roundhouse kick that started the entire ordeal, to her first kiss during their last promo, Penelope was half-convinced that Prysm Ray actions were tools of destruction. This CD was probably planted, Prysm somehow knew that Penelope had never been kissed, Prysm probably knew that it would have sent Penelope questioning her emotions. Prysm probably understood that by doing so, getting a championship was more than just a done deal. This date was half-probably just a way to send Penelope into more of an emotional whirlwind then she was already trying to prevent herself from having. Of course, there was always the bottom half the muffin. Prysm Ray's actions may have been sincere, and that's what scared Penelope the most. That's what made Penelope really, really, really want to hate her. Not that she didn't already hate her, Penelope despised her, but since her first kiss, since they created an unforgettable memory for her, Penelope's hatred levels for Prysm Ray had slowly began to dissipate. The CD within her hands made Penelope want to smile, but she couldn't allow herself to smile, she wouldn't allow herself too. Much like how the musical preferences of Prysm Ray made Penelope want to jump in joy and embrace the many genres of techno with someone else, ultimately it was Prysm Ray."How did you get this!?" [/center][/b] Flourishing her voice with pseudo-anger, Penelope's grip on the CD made her hands turn a piercing white as they pressed against the plastic covering. She already knew the answer to her question, it was merely rhetorical. Obviously she had gotten it from her sister, Sasha Lea, who actually managed all their music. Why she would give a copy of their demo disc to someone like Prysm Ray nearly infuriated her. Sasha probably didn't think it was a big deal, "the more fans the merrier." "Don't answer that. I'm not going to sign this for you, I may be a huge rockstar, but I don't do autographs." [/center] Masking her positive, excited emotions of "I can't believe she at least likes my music!" with arrogant, overrated self-confidence, Penelope altered her flustered tone with cockiness. Penelope loved the idea of signing things, and hoped that her autograph would some day be worth something of grand value, but she couldn't act like that, not with Prysm Ray. Looking at the cover of the CD, Penelope's art dancing upon it, she continued to mask her smiles with negative frowns. Sighing, she turned her attention out of the car window, their reflections upon it. The expression on Prysm's face filled with dread, Penelope began to feel regretful. Feeling like she needed to say something positive, Penelope blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "At least you have some sense of taste in good music." Both halves of Penelope were assuming that Prysm Ray liked her music, but her arrogant side still held the control of her vocal chords, at least for the time-being.
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 5, 2011 19:00:23 GMT -5
I told you the radio was a bad idea.
I told you to stop her.
But Noooooo, you just had to let her find that demo cd Sasha gave you. Now Ms. ego is back in charge.
Sighing, Prysm forced a smile. Penelope seemed to be in a sour mood right now, she wasn't sure if she had done something wrong. She was sure she had. She always fucked things like this up. Gulping, as she stared at the road. It wasn't far now until they got to the restaurant.
Say something to her... Anything. Seems you've messed up enough as it is, might aswell dig a proper grave for this night.
Well, after hearing you sing that first night on Anthrax... I confronted Sasha and pretty much had to beg her to give me a demo and not a beating.
Just how badly was Prysm going to make this night? She had already messed up a couple of times, and they hadn't even gotten to their first destination yet. Was she inadvertently sabotaging the night? Or was it all just happenstance that she kept choosing what seemed to be the wrong things to say or do? Gulping, Prysm kept driving. Eying Penelope occasionally, to see if her mood changed at all. But it was so hard to tell what was going on with her when she was acting all high and mighty. Very nervous that she was digging herself deeper into the hole, she continued.
And... whenever I get the chance I listen to it.
SHUT UP. I know I told you to talk, but really. Shut, up. You don't want to say this. Lets say her ego is a forest fire. Instead of trying to put it out so it stops spreading... YOU'RE POURING FUEL ON THE FIRE. STOP IT.
I honestly had no idea what radio station was going to come on, it's been that long since I've listened to the radio.
Good god woman, she's going to think you're a crazy stalker.
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 6, 2011 3:21:12 GMT -5
Penelope had completely turned her face away from Prysm Ray's line of sight. At least she hoped. She always felt that it was better to assume everyone liked her music opposed to them actually admitting to it. There was something about actual, real (at least what she assumed was real) positive feedback regarding her creative works. From her masterful origami, to her drawn sketches, Penelope always felt hesitant to ask what others felt regarding them. Her arrogant demeanor, her egotistical tendencies, both tools to fool her watching public, to hide her lack of self-confidence within herself. Feeling herself blush again, Penelope was doing her absolute best to hide her face. Yes, Prysm was driving, meaning her attention should have completely been the road, but prying eyes were prying eyes, and Penelope wasn't necessarily fond of Prysm's, even when they provided a great mirror. If the radio was hardly played, that meant Ray spent the majority of her time in the car listening to Penelope Lea's voice. That meant the CD probably wasn't within the case. She needed to make sure. If Prysm was lying, then her words were dirty keys to Penelope's emotions, if Prysm was telling the truth...then the keys weren't necessarily dirty. Still holding the case between her hands, Penelope closed her eyes and took it a deep breath. It was as if she was given the opportunity to open Pandora's Box, no matter what, the contents (or lack there of) had dire consequences. Doing her best to relax herself, she opened the case, afraid to open her eyes. "It's okay Penny-Penelope. You don't have the open your eyes, you can just feel if there's a disc in there..." [/center][/i] Guiding her hands within the case, almost afraid to even move her hand away from the "Compact Disc" logo in the lower right-hand corner, Penelope with each small movement of her hand, began to build self-encouragement. Her fingers reaching the lip, she stopped herself. It was now or nothing. "It's not that big of a deal Penelope, just do it." [/i][/center] Taking another deep breathe, Penelope allowed her hand to go past the lip and immediately felt the hint of a disc within the case. She knew it! PRYSM WAS NOTHING BUT A LIAR, NOTHING WAS GENUINE! Penelope was made into a fool, this entire date was what she had expected the entire time: a method of supreme embarrassment! How could she had allowed herself to feel such falsified feelings?! Closing the case, she threw it back into the glove box and slammed it, the sound echoing throughout car. She wanted to scream, break windows, kick people's skulls off their shoulders, but all she could settle for was the glove box door. Penelope was absolutely furious, Prysm Ray had played with emotions, and took her Hellcats championship because of that! "Never listen to the radio, eh." [/size][/center] Whispering under gritted teeth, the silence in the car only broken by the whistling road underneath them, Penelope turned on the radio back on with a single finger. Eyes now open, she began to give Prysm Ray the fakest smile she had ever given anyone as their seats vibrated to the thumping bass. She had no words, she wanted to give Prysm the message that she understood that this entire date was nothing but a sham. All she had to do was switch the radio to "CD Mode," and watch Prysm's dreadful expression grow into horror as a different musical CD played. She should feel the evil laughter growing from within her the closer her single index finger reached "CD Mode" on the dashboard. Click! SCORE. TWENTY POINTS FOR PENELOPE. Knowing that she had legitimate reasons to 100% hate Prysm Ray once...more...Penelop- something was wrong. Sasha's drum playing was unmistakable. She must have heard this sequence a million times, Sasha even adding extra flavor to it during live concerts. Then, Penelope's voice kicked in, no, no, no! This was all wrong! It wasn't supposed to be the Xombie Skull Kickers' CD, she felt another CD within the case! Anxiety overcoming her, her singing voice now echoing throughout the car, Penelope scrambled for the CD case. Fumbling it within her hands, she opened it, her face a completely new shade of red over the realization that a different disc was sleeping within it. A rewritable CD with a title reading "LL4" in green Sharpie marker glared into Penelope's soul as she depressingly closed the case. She didn't know what the acronym stood for, she didn't want to know, but she now knew the truth as the song reached its chorus: Prysm's feelings may have been genuine.
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 6, 2011 21:30:09 GMT -5
Oh shit. Was the only thought that had gone through Prysm's head as Penelope opened the CD case. There was really no logical reasoning for her to open it. Prysm knew that the acronym probably meant nothing to Penelope, and that was okay... but the fact that Penelope SAW the disc made Prysm gulp in dread.
One of her other friends, that she made during her driving lessons had given it to her. It being a sequel to the movie that had ruined her past friendship. She had said something about there being a MUFFin pun in the title, or something. She had put it in the empty XSK case and had forgotten all about it.
Seeing her close the case, almost sadly, Prysm was slightly confused. Didn't she want Prysm to like her music? This girl was baffling Prysm to no ends as they kept listening to her stunning vocals from the demo CD. Prysm thought they were pretty darn good, and had no idea why they hadn't been signed.
As she was about to say something about it, she noticed that they were almost right at the restaurant. Slowing the car down a little bit, she thinks of how to word it without sounded corny or lame. Taking a short breath, Prysm said.
We're here.
We're here? That's the best you could come up with? And you wonder why you're forever alone.
Sighing slightly, she slowed the car down slightly, to start preparing to make the turn.
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 7, 2011 1:37:01 GMT -5
Penelope was silent, she had completely zoned herself out of the physical situation. She was just blankly staring at the disc case, and paying dire attention to the details of her thumbs. If Prysm honestly admired Penelope, then that meant this date possibly meant more than what it was. This could have possibly been some sort of milestone! "Innocent" Prysm Ray afraid to privately ask Penelope lea out, and instead settling for a more provocative public situation in the mask of a pay-per-view match stipulation. Just look at her choice of wear, it wasn't casual "going out" wear, it was "night at the gala" wear, meaning this was a night of celebration! But a celebration of what? Prysm's behavior wasn't boastful, this couldn't have been a celebration of a recent championship win, it had to have been more. Penelope had to ask her, she needed to know. Derailing her train of thought, Penelope broke her concentration on the disc case. "Prysm, do you hav--" [/size] Unfortunately, a neon sign stirred her attention away from her personal conflictions. "ALL-OF-GARDEN" literally made any concerns she had towards Prysm's possible feelings fly away as sudden regret overcame her. Previously, she had mentioned of being the world's best vegan to Prysm Ray in an attempt to just seem better than she was, and unfortunately, as if the night wasn't bad enough, it looked like Prysm took her comment to heart. Penelope had to play the act again, if Prysm's feelings were true, Penelope absolutely had no choice in the matter. Trying to push her disgust for vegan foods in the back of her mind, she managed to force a smile. "Are you going to allow me to finish it this time?"
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 7, 2011 21:26:13 GMT -5
God damnit, why do you always mess things up. She was seriously just going to ask you something. You heard that tone she was using!
Wait, what?
She turned to Penelope. She had heard what she had said. But it didn't make a lot of sense to her. Allow her to finish it? Blinking, Prysm tried hard to figure out what she meant by that. What could she mean? Finish her sentence? No, that didn't really make much sense. Then Prysm glanced to the passenger's side and saw the big neon All-Of-Garden sign and it all clicked.
Oh... hehe. Not quite Penelope.
Struggling not to laugh alot, she regained her composure rather quickly. Smirking as the car slowed down even more she said.
Well, as much as I believe that you're the best vegan in the world... I'm not bringing us to All-Of-Garden.
As she said that she turned the car left, across traffic. Speeding up just enough to get across before the oncoming cars had to slow down. Pulling into the fancy restaurant's car-drop off entrance. The restaurant in question? Vulize, arguably one of Vegas' most expensive restaurants. Which was pretty funny that it as literally right across the road from All-Of-Garden.
Pulling the car up, Prysm grabbed her purse. Slinging it over her shoulder as she took the keys out of the ignition and got out of her car. Hustling over to the valet and handing him the keys. Glancing back and seeing Penelope was just taking her seatbelt off, she again rushed over to the door and opened it for her. Trying to be gentlemanly... which wasn't technically her job.
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 8, 2011 3:05:47 GMT -5
Just the very idea of not having to see the "Welcome to the All-of-Garden" sticker on the glass doors excited Penelope as Prysm's car turned it's direction away from the neon sign. She was actually going have, real, authentic food tonight, and not just "fresh" versions of the food plaguing her refrigerator. Her head nodding to the beat of her own songs, even allowing her arms to get in on the action, Penelope began to physically enjoy herself over her imaginations. Even if Prysm Ray was paying attention, Penelope didn't care, at least for the next few moments. Eyes closed, Penelope seemingly losing herself to the literal beat of her own voice, she allowed herself to enjoy her date for the first time. For once thoughts of "This isn't so bad" began to flourish as she began to salivate over the many, many animal products she was going to consume. She couldn't even remember the last time she ate real cheese, the double cheeseburgers promised by Rolf McCounterson Jr. never coming to fruition. Suddenly the car stopped, Penelope's body still in motion causing it to lunge forward, her seat beat choking her momentarily. Her tongue forcibly saw the bright lights of Sin City through Prysm's windshield as Penelope quickly stuck it back within her mouth. Hopefully Prysm didn't see that. Penelope never really understood why, but she always felt tongue sightings were always embarrassing. Watching Prysm seemingly skip herself from her door, and across the front of her car from the windshield, Penelope felt distracted. Prysm looked to be on cloud nine, while Penelope was on cloud three, maybe two, but she had never seen someone so ecstatic for a date. Especially a date with her. Door swinging open halted Penelope from flashbacking as she quickly fumbled for the seat belt. How could she have allowed herself to forget to unbuckle herself? Feeling her face blush again, Penelope found the button and freed herself as she took her first step out of Prysm Ray's car. "Thanks...?" [/center] Penelope wasn't sure of the proper etiquette as Prysm held the door open for her. Penelope was seemingly playing the role of the lady while Prysm the role of the gentleman. She had never been on a date with a woman before, nor had ever watched movies on the Logo Network, so any romantic comedy references may have well been rendered useless as Prysm postured for her arm again. Door slamming behind them meant the valet found the secrets to the car's ignition as Penelope half-graciously took Prysm's offer. Walking towards the glamorous golden-plated doors made their atmosphere completely different from their living quarter's hallways. People were everywhere, all dressed in lavish and designer clothing, all with their snouts in the air, seemingly watching, judging them. Penelope could feel their glances, their stares, and whatever may have been churning through their heads as Penelope allowed her "gentleman" to guide her to the entrance. The walk felt long, almost tortuous, but looking up towards Prysm Ray seemed to tell a different story. She had a smile on her face! Cheek-to-cheek even, it was if she didn't notice the fancy decore of the weathly people around them. Penelope began to secretly wish she could have held the same stature as they got closer to the door.
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 10, 2011 14:34:49 GMT -5
Prysm could easily tell that everybody was staring at them. However, it wasn't because of her choice of apparel, or her appearance this time. It was because it was a woman, with a woman on her arm. But did she care at all what these bigots thought? No, not at all. Prysm really was happy. She was a champion, she had the brightest gem of a hellcat on her arm... this day couldn't get much better. The people were whispering amongst themselves... but Prysm didn't let it get to her.
She had let people's opinions get to her before, but it never ended well. She would start to second guess herself more than normal, and she would completely mess up whatever she was doing. It was then she decided that she was going to stop listening to that constant voice in her head telling her to do things differently. It was still there, but she didn't let it control her.
Going up to the stand at the front of the store, the french man behind it asked.
Party Name?
Ray.
Nodding, the man jotted down something next to a name and waved over one of the waitresses.
Bon'jour, I'm Alize! And I will take you to your table, and take your order when you're ready.
Grabbing two menus, Alize started to walk through the masses of tables, bringing the two ladies to theirs. There weren't an awful lot of people here, but there was enough to the point where they were being stared at. Once at their table, Prysm pulled out a chair, for Penelope to sit down.
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 10, 2011 17:11:47 GMT -5
While others around them were wearing dull, black, grey, and navy blue tones, Prysm Ray and Penelope Lea drew attention with their brightly colored clothing, especially Prysm Ray. Penelope was hoping that they come off as rekindling sisters, long sequestered from one another because of a great war. Prysm Ray having gone overseas to head into battle with the mischievous monarch known only as Alize, who was threatening to rid the world of modern fashion by planning to blow up Fashion Week in Paris with her infamous Glitter Bombs. Bombs...which when they blew up, sprinkled just as much sparkling confetti as they did destruction. Having already saved New York, London, and Milan from suffering such a fate, Prysm Ray, having gone undercover in Las Vegas, Neveda, looked to put on her poker face as she and Alize, their "waitress," waged a war of wits, Ray looking for answers, Alize looking to rid herself of her greatest rival. Prysm hoping that the presence of her younger sister, trained in the arts of being arrogantly annoying, was enough to persuade Alize from poisoning herself instead and instead Penelope! All villains only have one canister of poison fit for one specific person, this was general common knowledge. Of course this was all within the imagination of Penelope Lea as she took her seat. Perhaps it was more "007" than "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" but anything was better than the real situation. If Prysm knew how to walk in heels, her steps would have clicked with every secretly seducing step as Penelope wished she glass to ring her finger around to distract herself with. If only gourmet food were served in the comforts of one car, Penelope may have felt more comfortable, but with her ongoing imagination, and the people seemingly taking notice of them, she couldn't allow herself too. Settling for a finger-drumming solo, Penelope began to prance her index fingers along her edge of the table as Prysm gracefully sat in her own chair. It may have been rude, but Penelope wasn't one to watch her own etiquette. Both women now sitting down, Alize, presumed fashion-terrorist in disguise, handed them their menus, Penelope assuming her toothy smile was a facade to hide her own discomfort. She was serving the person who trumped all her dastardly plans, it had to feel heart-reckoning! However, that wouldn't stop Alize from giving Penelope a suggesting expression, telling her to stop acting like a child and drumming at a five-star restaurant. Nervously smiling, Penelope stopped, and silently carried on her beat on her knees. "May I serve you some refreshments?" Penelope wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was, Prysm Ray was playing the gentleman, was it proper for Penelope to say any sort of food and refreshment order? Giving an awkward glance towards Prysm, hoping she could get the message, Penelope uncertainties began to get the best of her.
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 11, 2011 20:31:29 GMT -5
If Prysm had any idea what was running through Penlope's head right now, she would be utterly baffled. But she didn't, keeping her smile she flipped the menu over and looked at what they had to drink. Biting her lower lip as she read through all the choices... they didn't have much at all that Prysm liked, most of it being alcohol of some sort. Prysm did NOT want another experience like she had at the Karaoke bar, so she was laying off the drugs and booze for awhile.
Looking through the menu one more time, Prysm went over each single item. Wine, Champagne, random mixed drinks, more wine, wine, wine, champagne.... She then looked up at her and asked.
Do you even have anything non-alcoholic here besides water?
Well... we have wine, champagne and various other types of liquor.
Non-Alcoholic sweetie, as in... not those. I can read those on the paper.
Uhm....
The girl paused trying to think, which made Prysm sigh slightly and said.
Get the booze, whats the worse that could happen? Besides seeing random gnomes... and laughing beer pitchers...and...
Just get me a glass of water, but she can have whatever she wants.
The airheaded waitress wrote it down, and then turned to Penelope, expecting an order.
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 12, 2011 15:20:49 GMT -5
Penelope had convinced herself that Alize was playing a ditsy role to hide the fact that she was a fashion-terrorist to the people surrounding them. Prysm Ray and Alize's rivalry was rekindled the moment she and Penelope walked through the glistening doors and their pupils met. How else would Alize not know the non-alcoholic beverages this placed served? Simply she was making things slightly harder for Prysm Ray, looking to derail any possibly plans she had by giving her exceptionally bad food service. However, that didn't stop their menu from having an entire three pages devoted to their alcoholic repertoire, most of which were in French. Unfortunately, Penelope Lea never took her French classes seriously, and only knew a few, simple phrases which lingered somewhere in the back of her mind, only to be recited during episodes of her sleep-talking. Flipping through the pages, an anxious Alize hoping for a decent tip, Penelope began to hope that if she stared long enough at the senseless French, eventually her memories would resurface. "Hmm...." [/center] Nope. Perhaps it was the lack of a power ring, but Penelope couldn't bring forth her lackluster foreign-language skills to help ease their situation. She also felt that an establishment of such fortuned grace probably wouldn't publicly acknowledge their serving of carbonated sodas, Pepsi and Coke products merely being seen as "peasant" drinks. Penelope would have to settle for water, she wasn't twenty-one anyway, so she couldn't legally taste the many assortments of alcoholic beverages they did serve. Closing her menu, and turning her nervous attention to Alize, Penelope took a quick breath before giving her order. "I'll just have a water too." [/center] Writing it down, Alize mentally saluted her guests for the evening as she went off to leave the couple alone to attend to their drinks. Chit-chat. Penelope Lea wasn't really one for chit-chat, but she knew she couldn't just let the silence overwhelm their silent discussion. Thinking that maybe the noise of turning menu pages may break ice, Penelope reopened her menu, holding it at such an angle so her face was completely hidden from Prysm Ray's line of sight. "Say something, you have to say something Penelope. Do it, do it, do it." [/i][/center] Mental encouragement not enough, Penelope continued to mindlessly look at the items on the menu, each displayed picture looking more and more scrumptious than the last as real animal meat was seemingly dressed up for a glorious feast. As if they put on their best dress for the evening, hoping to please their salivating carnivore to their best satisfactions. If only Penelope could actually read the menu, she would be able to really enjoy the perverted fantasies of whomever took the pictures for their menus. "Ask if Prysm Ray can read the menu Penelope!" [/i][/center] Yes! Her inner-voice knowing the ways of the chit-chat, Penelope Lea finally had a plan of action! All she had to do was admit that she couldn't read any other language than English! ...which would possibly be admitting that Prysm Ray was better than Penelope at language arts, which meant Prysm Ray had something other than a championship to hold over Penelope Lea forever. Penelope wasn't sure if she could allow that to happen, but she really, really wanted to know the names of most of these food items. Gulping, albeit loudly, Penelope Lea began to withhold her pride. "Prysm, can you read this?" [/center] She stopped herself before she could say "Because I can't," she couldn't admit that she was a Canadian that didn't know French.
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 13, 2011 21:37:14 GMT -5
Say something.
Gulping, Prysm sort of glanced around the restaurant as Penelope was trying to figure out what to drink. The idea that she wasn't 21 hadn't even crossed her mind, even though she did know it. She noticed that most people were still staring at them, and that confused her. Did they have nothing else better to do than stare at Prysm and Penelope?
Say. Something.
The voice chimed in again, she knew she had to say something. But what? Talk about the weather? A recent sports game? No and No, because Prysm didn't give a shit about either of those. Could she talk about wrestling?
NO YOU CANNOT.
Right, because it might still be a sore subject with Penelope. As Prysm softly bit her lower lip as she tried to think, she hadn't even noticed that the waitress had left to go and get their drinks. What could she possibly say? Compliment her? No... she had already done that. What could she do!? This was driving her crazy.
You need to get better at small talk.
Then Prysm heard Penelope ask her something. Could she read it? Read what? She then noticed that Penelope was staring at the menu rather confused. Prysm came to the realization that she was talking about the french.
God damnit woman, you should have actually listened to Arlene when she tried to lecture you about french.
Well, I know a little bit of french. I don't know much though... I can try to see if I can decipher the menu.
Prysm honestly had sort of assumed the Penelope would know french, since she was Canadian and all. Not paying any head to that, Prysm glanced at the menu and said.
Well, which items do you want to know? I can recognize Steak... Chicken... and a few other words.
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 14, 2011 3:11:26 GMT -5
Penelope wanted to say "All of it," but she knew, never in her right mind, would she allow herself too. She could already feel her face flushing another shade of red just by asking a simple question. Needing to come up with something quick and believable, Penelope pointed at her favorite picture on the menu, which she hoped was a string of complicated French captions. She honestly couldn't tell what type of meat was being advertised, the artistry of the photographer simply having fun with otherwise dull subject matter seemed to disguise the fact on whether or not it was eatable food. For all Penelope knew, the picture could have been a single-panel comic making haughty fun at the idiotic consumers who dared to challenge it. "DO NOT CHALLENGE THE MENU!," possibly being the message as Penelope's single index finger seemed to gleam under the table lighting. That's when Penelope noticed, she somehow had applied some variation of glitter onto her finger nails! What was she? Nine? Respectable women do not apply glitter onto their finger nails! Penelope, already having felt self-conscious over her young-ish figure earlier in the evening, quickly cuffed her index finger into a fist, hoping that Prysm Ray didn't take notice. How could Penelope had allowed herself to do that? She couldn't even remember where she even manged to purchase fingernail glitter, or how it even found its way into her apartment. Feeling the texture of her fingernails within her palm, she began to notice it wasn't just her index finger that bared the mark of an innocent childhood. Bringing her opposite hand within her line of sight, she laid out its palm against the table, hopeful that Prysm Ray wouldn't notice, and checked it as well. "TEAL STARS? REALLY PENELOPE?!" [/i] Her index and middle fingers on her opposite hand seemed to share a scene of shooting teal stars along with glitter as Penelope quickly cuffed it into a fist as well. Apparently Penelope's inner-child overcame her earlier this evening when she put together this ridiculous outfit. Nervousness overcoming her thoughts, Penelope pursed her lips. "God, I feel like one of my My Little Pony dolls." [/i][/size]
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