baby doll

“You don’t watch the news, do you, darling?”

The other femme might not have seen her, but Baby’s eyes had locked onto the familiar features the moment she had strolled into the house and up the stairs, as casually as if she had owned the place. It felt like a haze, a fever dream perhaps and for a moment, she questioned just how much alcohol she had consumed this early into the evening. The chances of the two ending up in the same place weren’t entirely unlikely, perhaps simply only a matter of time before their less than lawful paths crossed once more, but so soon was certainly not something she would have imagined. There was a polite excuse to freshen herself up, slipping away from the male who’s attention she held and the rest of the party in pursuit of something far more interesting. Even in heels, she managed to remain near silent as she made her way down the hallway, only stopping when she spotted her once again - much too real to be something just within her mind. Slender figure leaned back against the dark wood of the door frame as she watched over her actions in silence for a brief moment, before allowing her presence to be known. “Do try and behave.” The words were practically a purr and she couldn’t stop the smirk that made it’s way onto her features. “I’ve only just sunk my teeth in and I’d hate for questions to fall on me before I get to cause any real damage.”

           “  you’re  far  too  generous  with  your  words  ,  if  anything  ,  you  belong  on  a  runway  with  your  own  show  ,  ”  a  fond  smile  appears  on  her  features  regardless  ,  still  flattered  by  the  compliment  despite  not  entirely  believing  it  to  the  fullest  extent  .  “  it  seems  like  a  lot  of  effort  to  make  people  say  wow  everyday  and  in   the  end  ,  i’ll  always  dress  for  myself  .  i  wear  what  makes  me  happy  ..  like  this  jacket  ,  i  borrowed  it  from  someone  else  ,  it  smells  nice  and  makes  me  happy  but  it  isn’t  exactly  going  to  make  people  stop  and  stare  in  the  street  ,  ”  shoulders  shrug  nonchalantly  ,  brows  quirking  up  as   the  other  disappears  and  reappears  with  a  blue  dress  of  her  own  ,  hesitantly  taking  hold  of  it  ,  she  eyes  it  on  the  hanger  .  “  hard  to  believe  that  not  every  colour  suits  you  but  thank  you  ,  lemme  try  it  on  anyway  .  ”  with  zero  intentions  of  actually  trying  or  buying  anything  ,  rosie  was  already  falling  into  the  trap  of  wanting  to  spend  but  with  an  inability  to  say  no  ,  she  pops  into  the  dressing  room  opposite  hers  ,  undressing  and  stepping  into  the  blue  dress  .  smoothing  it  out  over  her  figure  ,  she  gives  herself  a  look  in  the  mirror  ,  not  completely  convinced  but  drawing  back  the  curtain  anyway  to  show  the  other  .  “  so  …  what  do  you  think  ?  ”

“Not generous, darling, simply honest. I don’t think that anyone would be willing to go against me in order to disagree with such a statement.” Although the femme in front of her might be unaware of it, Baby was all to conscious of the fact that there was a softness to the stranger that she didn’t feel she had ever possessed - certainly one she was incapable of nowadays. Even her rebuttal on her ideas behind fashion were a cold reminder to how unfeeling she was, to the fact that there was practically no one who’s presence she would care for enough to sacrifice their reminder over her appearance. “That’s by far a much softer and more beautiful way of viewing the whole idea. I’m sure that jackets owner would probably be incredibly flattered to hear they were of such importance to you.” As the other disappeared, she allowed herself to actually examine the outfit for the first time since the zipper had been done up, her dark hues casting over her reflection as excitement brewed with the very thought of how much trouble it could help her cause. But just as quickly, she was turning back around as the curtains parted, her glossed lips curling at the sight before her. “Truth? I think you look breathtaking and that if you went out, men and women alike would be staring at you in breathtaking awe. -But fashion is also just as much about comfort and confidence and you don’t look as yourself as you did in that skirt.” 

He had to admit, he didn’t expect to see Baby again any time soon – although she was Tali’s sister. However, he expected Tali to understand his request to stay as far away from her as possible… not because he thought she was any sort of danger to him… just a danger to his bank account, but let’s be real – Alex never cared for money. He did care deeply for his dignity, though, and he knew he probably wouldn’t have as much self control around her as he’d like to think. Put a femme fatale type in front Alex, and he wouldn’t know how to act anymore. “Baby, are you apologizing to me? Because I didn’t think I’d ever live to see the day – but you know, the apology would sound a lot better with the notification of my stolen money being returned to my bank account.” he raises a brow, small grin on his lips as he crossed his arms, watching her walk around their kitchen. Dark-painted nails pull out a credit card for him to see, and before she even said anything, Alex could only assume it belonged to yet another unsuspecting man. Arms still crossed, Alex throws her a look — something along the lines of I’m not buying your bullshit, but the grin that came with it might give away the fact that Alex wasn’t really about to turn her down. But she already knew that, didn’t she? “Well, it might be nice to have a free dinner — but don’t you get any ideas, Baby. I’m simply tolerating you being here because you’re related to one of my best friends. Got it?” He points out sternly, leaning forward against the kitchen counter. 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Alexander.” The groan that left her lips was filled with as much dramatization as the eye roll that came with it, a clear jest as they both knew he was being anything but given the circumstances. “Just because I’m a money hungry bitch doesn’t mean I can’t feel bad for what I did. I do.” She didn’t. “You and Tali had just had a fight and I got...well, I got defensive in the only way I know how. I realize it was far from the best course of action but I can’t change the fact that I did it but...I am really and truly sorry.” Despite the rare softness of her tone, the gentleness of her features, the words were all just that - words. It was a fact that he was as aware of as she was, but she was just as aware that the male was predisposed to suppress such information if she simply urged him to. “I have to be a little careful with what I’m doing with money right now but I am handing you a peace offer that I hope you’ll be kind enough to take. If not for my sake, then for the sake of Tali being able to rest easy knowing that you don’t think entirely awfully of me.” Was it a low blow to bring someone that mattered so much to the both of them into the conversation? Absolutely - and there was a moment where her thoughts questioned what her sister would think of her in that moment, but it was silenced as quickly as it had arrived. “I can work with tolerating.” Baby hummed happily in response, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she looked him over a second time, working to slide the card back into it’s rightful place before moving to open the front door. “Come on, darling. You look like you could use a good night and I know I’m dying for it.” She turned back towards him then, a slight pout upon her features as she lingered in his doorway, waiting for him to follow. “You’re not gonna let a girl who just spent six months in jail spend her first night of freedom alone, are you?”

though   the   girl’s   initial   concerns   are   reasonable   to   say   the   least   ,   there’s   something   about   two   big   personalities   packaged   in   one   that   makes   their   combination   irresistible   and   deadly   equally   as   much   .   perhaps   it’s   too   soon   for   an   outing   this   big   ,   but   by   the   looks   of   it   ,   there   is   nothing   holding   them   back   from   wreaking   havoc   once   more   .   ‘   you   had   me   fooled   there   for   a   second   .   ’   she   chimes   in   with   a   flick   of   her   hair   ,   bubbling   laughter   slipping   through   parted   lips   as   an   eyebrow   perks   up   at   a   question   that   feels   like   music   to   her   ears   .   ‘   oh   ,   we’ll   find   you   something   good   .   come   on   .   ’   without   even   allowing   her   friend   to   respond   ,   fingers   wrap   around   the   girl’s   arm   ,   dragging   her   along   towards   a   wardrobe   much   too   large   to   navigate   through   .   hands   immediately   snatch   two   cloth   hangers   ,   revealing   a   fiery   red   ,   runched   mini   dress   and   an   crystal   -   embellished   ,   sleeveless   plunge   style   dress   .   ‘   okay   ,   so   for   you   ,   i’m   thinking   either   of   these   two   .   red   suits   you   like   a   glove   and   the   other   makes   you   look   like   a   christmas   gift   that’s   too   expensive   even   for   me   to   buy   .   ’

If she were wise - or rather not so confident in her own abilities, she would have listened to her initial apprehensions, as Genevieve should have as well. Putting people under the spell of her lies had been a skill she had mastered all too well over years of manipulation, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t those that wouldn’t look at her as guilty of the very things she was, in fact, guilty of - and those that would cast similar judgments on those who allowed themselves to associate with her. “You of all people should know better than to believe a word that escapes my lips.” Bare feet stumbled under her as the unexpectedness of the sudden tug pulled her along, but she didn’t resist following the other femme along the path to the familiar and still stunning closet, one that she felt they were both capable of spending hours within - yet it was clear that Genevieve knew exactly what it was that they needed. Her pale lips curled upwards at the two pieces on display, both pieces ones that she would done without hesitation, not that she was surprised. There was an itch to go for the one that sparkled under the lights, but she allowed herself some degree of self control as hands reached out to collect the red material. “I suppose I should at least try to lessen the number of eyes coming my way; but please don’t break my heart with such false assumptions, babe. You will always be able to afford me.”

     single - handingly  being  one  of  the  best  and  the  worst  people  in  his  life,  the  male  definitely  would  have  missed  the  royal  life  out  of  her.  even  now,  they  stare  back  at  her,  not  believing  their  eyes,  as  the  woman  sports  that  mischievous  smile  so  characteristic  between  them,  even  with  everything  between  “     ah  shit,  MY  BAD,  love.  i  should’ve  known  better  so,  who  is  it  ?  don’t  tell  me  …  is  it  that  new  rich  man  in  brooklyn  ?  i  heard  he’s  cheating  on  his  wife  …  with  SOMEONE.  if  you  know  what  i  mean.     “  the  sharp  tongue  was  something  they  didn’t  manage  to  lose,  even  so  far  apart  “     my  dearest,  obvious  you  left  a  BIG  VOID  in  my  heart  …  one  i  carelessly  filled  with  money  and  diamonds  in  YOUR  honor  …     “  he  chuckles,  crossing  his  arms  over  his  chest  “     in  fact,  came  to  spend  my  daddy’s  money  right  now.     “

If she were a normal person, perhaps she would have more clearly registered the way that disappearing for six months only to reappear without a word might affect someone, but emotions were something the femme had distanced herself from a long time ago and activating them was a task few were truly capable of. “Married men are such bland targets, they’ll drop a wad if you so much as let them snog your neck and fondle your curves for three minutes while promising not to tell their dearest. -Or their kids.” Baby seemed to grimace at the very thought, lifting the complimentary champagne offered to her lips and allowing the liquid to grace her taste buds. The truth was she played with married men, but rarely longer than a week, the main intention being to let their wives see their true colors and allow the women to finish driving their husbands down the path of destruction themselves. “Well, now that I know that you truly love me, tell me what it is we’re searching for - or rather, how much.” 

           rosalie  could  only  wish  she’d  be  able  to  pull  of  a  dress  like  that  ,  usually  tending  to  go  for  more  simpler  designs  where  dresses  were  concerned  .  too  much  faff  regarding  clothes  tended  to  be  the  sole  reason  why  opted  for  simplicity  at  the  best  of  times  .  using  only  special  occassions  as  an  excuse  to  live  life  on  the  wilder  side  and  branch  out  from  her  usual  fashion  sense  .  “  with  the  amount  of  clothes  i  own  ,  i  definitely  think  i  could  do  fashion  shows  everyday  ,  ”  to  an   extent  ,  rosie  had  far  clothes  than  she  knew  what  to  do  with  but   each  held  a  special  memory  for  the  brunette  ,  resulting  in  her  inability  to  ever  get  rid  of  anything  .  “  i  agree  except  i  don’t  go  extravagant  very  often  .  my  thinking  is  that  it’s  more  special  when  people  only  see  this  lavish  side  to  you  every  so  often  .  so  when  you  walk  into  a  room  they  go  wow  rather  than  ,  she  looks  like  that  everyday  or  seen  that  already  ,  next  .  did  that  make  sense  ?  it  makes  better  sense  in  my  head  i’ll  admit  .  ”

“Well, you certainly have the look of someone who belongs on a runway, might as well allow the world to see such.” Despite the almost playful tone of her voice, there was no reservations about the words being more than friendly compliments, the way her dark eyes took her in a display of her piqued interest. “Why not simply make them say wow everyday, though? I mean...perhaps it’s a pathetic thought, but I would hate to die unexpectedly and have the last image someone had of me as lackluster rather than breathtaking.” Suddenly, without warning, she was slipping away, disappearing back into her dressing room only to emerge a mere moment later with a dress that seemed to almost perfectly match her own. “Here...blue was never much my color, but you...well, I think you could simply break necks in it.”