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| The key to looking important and wealthy, as Emmeline had learned, was to always have a detached, uninterested look plastered on your face. It was something that Emme had learned at a very young age. There were some things though that, when they caught your eye, were worth a second glance, if not a small quirk of the eyebrow. And the blonde who had followed her up to the small VIP balcony had not escaped Emmeline's attention. Giving the girl a once over, observing her movements, body language, they way the garcon spoke to her - Emmeline had her pegged. The Blonde was a fabulous actress, something that you needed as well be important. She had obviously never been to Strobe before - but her confidence would fool anyone with an untrained eye - ie, anyone that wasn't Emmeline. Allowing this girl to quirk Emme's eyebrow slightly, her painted lips shifted back into that smirk. I Like Her. Once Emmeline had decided she liked you or didn't, it was quite hard to change her mind. Rarely interacting with anyone outside her very small clique, Emmeline was that unattainable, mysterious girl. Quiet, reserved, and viscious. This Blonde was not a threat, they were too different - and yet all too similar. She would make a great ally - therefore, she would simply have to become Emme's aquaintance, if not her friend. Emmeline pushed herself up in her seat to sit up straight, crossing one leg over the other causing her short black pleated skirt to shift against her sunkissed thighs. Accompanying her skirt she wore a tailored white halter vest that showed a little bit of mid-drift, but still had a sexy modesty to it, if that made any sense. Her dark locks were gently curled and messy, just like she liked it. Large MOD plastic white hoop earings hung from either side of her face. If she pulled the hair back on her left ear you would also see the second and third silver studs along with a silver ring through her cartiledge. A bracelet alternated between black and white balls all the way around her slender wrist. Black Stilleto heels and a silver ankle bracelet with a $1,200 black coral charm imported from the Great Barrier Reef, Australia, finished off her look. But, the most important part of the ensemble was not the clothes or accessories - but the makeup. Emmeline's lips were painted a saucy crimison red, her cheeks were splashed with a small amount of a rosedust colored blush. Eyes were lined with black eyeliner, kohl, not crayon or liquid. Black and dark silver eye shadow had been applied as was fit. Emmeline looked modest and sophisticated at the same time as looking saucy and unbarely hot. But, when y6ou have the money, you can afford every little detail to be perfect. With a very slight uninterested gesture of her now up-lifted hand, she waved a garcon over. Within moments he was over with that usual stupid smile on his face. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she offered him the smallest unfeeling smile she could. "At your service, Miss Morgan. What can I do for you tonight?" Emmeline gestured towards the blonde, "Send her an Amsterdam Cobbler." The boy nodded and then started off, but before he had gone out of reach, Emmeline had caught ahold of one of his apron strings, "I've changed my mind - send her two." Nodding again, Emmeline finally let the boy go and watched as he did her dirty work. After only a moment or two, the Garcon had returned with a tray of two brown and orange colored drinks. As soon as he set the drinks down, that was when Emmeline would take her cue. The boy addressed the blonde, "Miss, these are for you. Sent by Miss Emmeline Morgan." After he set both drinks on the small rounded table in front of her he bowed, and then headed off before she could say a word. That was when Emmeline threw back the rest of her Mai Tai and then headed over to her new victim - er, friend. Lowering herself down in the chair beside the blonde she wrapped a hand around the tall skinny glass and stirred it slowly with her golden honey brown gaze fixed on the blonde. "It's an Amsterdam Cobbler. Orange juice, Grapefruit Juice, Gin, and Orange Curaçao. I saw the face you made at the daquiri." Emmeline gestured towards the pink drink, "Strawberries are definately not Florida's strongest point. Anything with orange juice with be anything better than you have ever tried before." Emmeline flashed her a grin that was definately crossed with a smirk, as usual. That cocky look never left her face - ever. "I'm Emmeline Morgan - and you are new. Welcome to Ponte Vedra Beach." |
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| Hated being the Undead and tried Suicide several times And failed miserably She eventually grew to care about her Coven And put her Suicidal thoughts to good use |