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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 8, 2006 15:02:58 GMT -5
Rachel and Lauren had planned to go out that night--the two girls always planned an uber-fancy, start-of-summer girl's night out. It was a huge thing with them. They'd get dressed up and go to Charter Oaks, then head back to Rachel's place to drink champagne and fall asleep in front of The O.C.
Lovely, girls.
Tonight, at eight, they were meeting at Charter Oaks. Rachel had taken special care in selecting an outfit and making sure it didn't get rumpled in the Cadillac on the way over. It hadn't, because she had made the driver check before the doorman took her into the resturant. She was looking lovely as usual.
The outfit consisted of a funky vintage Prada dress she had found at an upscale Paris new-vintage boutique. Her and her mother basically only got along while handing over the American Express in that store. The dress was a little shorter than mid-thigh, with a straight black satin skirt. It had a babydoll neckline, simply chic. There was a tulle petticoat that puffed the skirt up just a bit, and a see-through black silk layover on the sleeves and over the chest. Black sheer tights were worn, as well as black patent leather Louboutin heels. The only color besides black on the entire outfit was the red heels.
Rachel was seating by a French waiter in a black tie at a table for two near the window. An orchid-candle display sat upon it, above the white tablecloth. There were four forks, a knife, and a spoon set, as well as a white satin napkin on each Limoge China plate. Rachel seated herself neatly, the waiter pushing in her chair for her. She gestured for him to hold the menu until her friend got her, and then folded her hands on her lap as she ordered a magnum of Cristal.
Only the best.
Today, though, Rachel felt like she was walking on eggshells with Lauren. The girl was obviously annoyed with her, and it kind of meant nothing to Rachel, though she couldn't have figured out why. Was Lauren oddly jealous? She had always seemed to be fine with where she sat in the social heirarchy, and Rachel included her first and formost in everything. She genuinely hoped they would get over this, whatever it was, but for now she knew Lauren would get over it. Maybe it was that new boyfriend or something.
Well, darling, we'll have to see. And you'll be seen.
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Below is Rachel's dress.
Ignore the model, she's heinous.
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Sept 8, 2006 15:45:53 GMT -5
Rachel had invited her to this place, was she sane to even return her call? Lauren reluctantly stepped inside the wide expanse of the fancy resteraunt, she had been in it before for her thirteenth birthday. She had thought it was the most amazing this ever then, Now all she wanted to do was get the hell out of this place and get away from Rachel.
Lauren's eyes flickered around the room not really wanting to find who she was looking for. She smoothed the front of her dress, removing the rumples from the car ride over here. Her attire consisted of a Theory Venus dress cut at mid thigh. It was a print dress with a deep v-neck. Runching at the hip and empire waist. She clutched her Juicy Couture crown princess wristlet and tapped her white Louboutin pumps. Her hair was down in soft curls and a thin white headband was perched on top her head.
Her eyes finally rested upon Rachel's brunette head. She looked gorgeous, as usual and her usual bitchy self. [/font][/size] |
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 8, 2006 15:51:52 GMT -5
As Lauren entered with the usual bitchy look on her face, it was all Rachel could do to keep from rolling her eyes. She sipped her champagne, keeping a straight poker face. Did Lauren think it was attractive or cool or something to act as if you owned the world? The girl needed to get a little perspective, or something.
Rachel looked her supposed "best friend's" attire over carefully, taking in every detail. The only thing wrong she could come up with was the shoes. Who wears white shoes, especially with a printed dress? Even at a wedding that might not be acceptable--and they weren't at a goddamn wedding. In some odd way, it pissed Rachel off.
She could see that Lauren was annoyed--but not even the second-in-command would have the guts to say something... would she? |
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Sept 10, 2006 19:15:58 GMT -5
Lauren glanced up to see.not happily. That Rachel had in fact seen her and she would have to go up and speak to her. It was like Lauren could smell her bitch aroma from like a mile away, why did they always sense when either of them was there?
She slowly took another step forward sliding her heel back, not really caring if was scuffing her heel, it was the only way it brought her to Rachel more slowly. She inhaled deeply and walked smoothly over to where "the princess" was waiting. She looked gorgeous, of course, But when didn't she?
"Ehm Hey." She stated Coldy. This was going to be a very long night. [/font][/size] |
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 11, 2006 13:53:16 GMT -5
Rachel narrowed her eyes, disliking Lauren's tone greatly. She inspected the nonexistent split ends of the bottom of her silky locks of hair, contemplating what to do in detail. She planned to call Lauren out of her behavior, because it was so... rude. Rachel did NOT like rudeness, and she was in fact only rude when she was severly pissed off.
"You can sit."
Cold. Ice cold.
Rachel gestured toward the empty chair across the table from her, putting on her I'm-so-bored poker face.
"So, something wrong, Lauren?" She drew her best (perhaps ex) friend's name out, like it was venom on her tongue and she hated even to say it. |
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Sept 18, 2006 17:54:00 GMT -5
Her thin brows furrowed as she tapped her her fingers on the table. She smiled coldly and tilted her head innocently. " Oh, no everything is fine." she said sarcastically. There was so much tension she could cut it with a knife.
Her eyes wandered off to a far place called..the oter side of the room. The water in her glass was a lot more interesting then Rachels ' i'm the goddess of the world' face so that is what she turned her attention to. nice. Thoughts raced through her mind like a whirlind. what the fuck was she going to do for the next, say two hours. It should be time, sitting and waiting, hopefully she would find something more interesting then her glass of water. [/font][/size][/color] OOC-- ew shortness |
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 20, 2006 15:33:44 GMT -5
Rachel smirked, looking at Lauren making a fool of herself. Lauren could at least look at her--right now it seemed she was very interested in her complimentary Perrier, though. Rachel sipped her champagne--it was excellent. In her mind she stewed about what to say to her supposed best friend. Obviously she wasn't going to sit there while Lauren ignored her, because please...
Only losers stand idly by. And Rachel was most definitely not a loser--she had spent her entire life making quite sure of that fact. She licked her lips, checking to see if the sparkly peach Dior gloss she had applied in her palatial marble bathroom at home was still there. It was, though just the slightest, sticky bit. Rachel took that as a good sign, glancing back at Lauren and her busy dress.
She then remembered Mark, or Matt, or whatever his name was. True, Rachel had met him, and true, he was cute--but she knew he wasn't Lauren's type. What a lovely picking point! "So I met your--erm, friend Matt. He's definitely a hottie. Your boyfriend, or did he just see your mansion? But isn't that what you do with all of them?" Rachel tilted her head to the side and smiled sweetly. [/center][/font]
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Sept 20, 2006 16:53:49 GMT -5
"So I met your--erm, friend Matt. He's definitely a hottie. Your boyfriend, or did he just see your mansion? But isn't that what you do with all of them?" The words echoed in her head and she boiled up with anger. She breathed in deeply and exhaled again trying to calm herself because that was all she could do to keep her from throwing that silly expenive champagne on her perfect little dress.
She smiled reluctantly and clenched her teeth. " Oh, Rachel I see you have moved on. So hmm let me see you have had, Scott, what did that last about two days and Danny but of course you were too good for him, oh and what about Nick?" Lauren smiled. " Ok I've got them all but wiat there is more, now you are onto Matt who happens to be um mine, Ok so are you moving onto my dad next?" Her arms were shaking with anger, though it was kind of a good feeling to talk back to the 'princess'. [/font][/color][/size] |
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 20, 2006 17:11:36 GMT -5
Rachel laughed. Yeah, she had just laughed at what Lauren said. It was a small snicker, remorseful and a giggle all at the same time. She sipped her champagne, still grinning slightly.
"Nah. Your dad isn't my type. But before you pounce, Lauren, honey, you've got to remember that it's not my fault if you don't know the story. First of all, Danny kissed me. We were never more than that, and we're just friends now. Nick is my best friend, and I've never had anything to do with him romantically. Scott, I've broken up with. Matt isn't my type, and he isn't yours either, so no, I don't think so." Rachel licked her lips, that evil smile still on.
"It's not my fault if you're jealous."
Oh no she did NOT. |
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Sept 20, 2006 17:39:21 GMT -5
"Oh so now I am jealous..." Lauren said sternly her eyes narrowing and cheeks aflame. No not from embarassment but from pure anger. She stood up a little in her chair. Hand firmly clamped onto the champagne glass that was still full.."AHHH!" She let all her anger out into that throw as she flung the glass full of the expensive drink towards Rachel. Her scream echoed throughout the walls. " I have had enough of you, you fucking bitch." And with that she swiveled around on one foot, not even looking at the dread that lay behind her. She rushed out the doors and left Rachel behind.. [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 21, 2006 13:46:22 GMT -5
Rachel dodged the champagne, and her smile receded quickly. Anger took over, and she wouldn't have been shocked if someone told her that her eyes were glowing red. Right before Lauren reached the door, Rachel called--"You've always been jealous. The thing is, Lauren; I'll be fine without you. You won't be fine without me."
She called it just loud enough so Lauren could hear. After all, she did deserve the icy words after that display of completely dispicable and immature behavior. Rachel would've been fine with talking--but apparently Lauren couldn't handle that. She had been itching to get out of the fucking resturant, and that made Rachel so fucking pissed off. Rudeness, again and again. Had Lauren ever even been her friend?
The waiter came over with a platter of appetizers, and this helped the queen bee retain her calm, cool demeanor. She tossed a few fifties on the table and picked up her small black leather Prada clutch, pulling herself from the chair. Turning towards the door, she knew that things were going to get ugly--and that she'd come out on top. She had faith.
Because Rachel always came out on top.
We'll end it here, okay, Weezy, love? <3 |
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