July 11th.
Sitting at the kitchen table drinking her morning coffee and reading the paper, Mercedes suddenly began to choke. After several moments the crisis passed and she was shaking a copy of Gossip Gangstar in Cor's face.
"I seriously have *got* to stop reading this trash! Who does that man think he is? Oh, hell no he didn't just elude to me being a sleazy pinup model. No, no that can't be right.? She paused to think for a moment, tapping at her chin with a manicured fingertip.
? Everyone knows I have more class than anyone. He must have just been complimenting on how amazingly fit I am. How I am beautiful enough to make those skeezy pinup girls pale in comparison."
This explanation fit Merci's reality and temperament much better. "I think I will send that lovely pink haired man a letter to thank him. Pictures of my last two fashion shows are a good idea also, I am certain he would love to have the proper facts to print." No, she really had no clue, since she was choosing to see herself and Marc Franco in the absolute best light.
Cor was flashed a smile. "Corlanthis, we should do something nice for Mr. Franco."
Cor was currently in the kitchen, all but using a trowel to spread heaps of butter onto some slices of toast. Following the butter were generous sprinklings of both cinnamon and sugar. Then, the plate of toast, as well as the plate of apple slices, and the glass of sweet tea were carried to the table. Whereupon he read over the article Merci was presenting to him. His brows drew together as he read, before finally blurting out.
"Yeah! That's right, Franco! I'm could totally have sex with Merci if I wanted! I am wholly capable of doing so and not at all lacking downstairs!" Of course, as Cor realized what he had said, he colored slightly, then coughed before seating himself and pretending the outburst hadn't even occured. He began filling his face with the toast as he listened to Merci rant.
"Y'know. You really shouldn't put too much stock in anything Franco says. Why, he used to tease me all the time for having nothing at all in my pants, thanks to some idle comments being passed around the Inn. You just learn to get over these things and blow them off." Which totally explained Cor's outburst earlier. Getting over it. Riiiiiiiight. He coughed again, before he began to think. Another piece of toast while his brain percolated. Then he was nodding slowly as a cinnamon speckled grin was directed towards Merci.
"Franco's a tricky one, though. It's. . .gotta be something that'll really get his attention. sending him the photos isn't a bad idea. But you know he's gonna just make up some story about how you faked them, or don't deserve them. Or how you maybe can't have sex because you're a eunuch. Whatever. We need to do something more impressive." This was punctuated by an apple slice being chomped viciously in half.
A well groomed brow arched at his outburst before she tilted her head and those golden amber eyes narrowed a little.
"Cor...you totally could not have sex with me. I would also like to keep my breakfast down, so if you could be so kind, please do not discuss your...anatomy at the table. Or anywhere...with me...ever again." She really wanted to use her hypnotic ability to "convince" him, but blinked and broke eye contact before the suggestion was more than a simple suggestion.
Another sip of her coffee was taken, this time there was no fit of choking. A frown marred her features for a moment, drawing her brows together. "He is a tricky one? I am sure he is a perfectly sweet man. Honestly, what kind of person could he be with that shock of neon pink hair? He must be harmless. Also, he thinks I am hot enough to be in a men's magazine. That proves he has good taste...in women at least, if not in his choice of reading material." Seeing the good in everyone, even if she sometimes had to make it up, was a character flaw.
Pointing at the heading of the section where she was mentioned "Sleeping her way straight to the top!", Mercedes tapped a couple of times. "Does he think I am gay? Does he think I was trying to sleep with Ms. Koyliak in order to get a job? I had nothing to do with whatever it was that G'nort did there. I am under contract with Poise, I already have a job! Besides, it would be distasteful to be having sex with more than one partner. Ms. Koyliak is quite beautiful but I am rather committed to G'nort. He is a good man beneath the..." She waved her hand about dismissively. "...other stuff that might not be so...good." Loosely translated, G was a good boyfriend and whatever he did in other aspects of his life didn't alter that fact.
After yet another sip of her coffee, she finally decided to give in to whatever it was that Cor was hinting at. "What do you suggest that we do that is more impressive? In what way can I return the favor to Mr. Franco for giving me a bit of publicity?" Because in Merci's world...everything was about publicity and appearances. Bad publicity (though she certainly wasn't seeing anything negative about the article now) was still publicity.
Sitting at the kitchen table drinking her morning coffee and reading the paper, Mercedes suddenly began to choke. After several moments the crisis passed and she was shaking a copy of Gossip Gangstar in Cor's face.
"I seriously have *got* to stop reading this trash! Who does that man think he is? Oh, hell no he didn't just elude to me being a sleazy pinup model. No, no that can't be right.? She paused to think for a moment, tapping at her chin with a manicured fingertip.
? Everyone knows I have more class than anyone. He must have just been complimenting on how amazingly fit I am. How I am beautiful enough to make those skeezy pinup girls pale in comparison."
This explanation fit Merci's reality and temperament much better. "I think I will send that lovely pink haired man a letter to thank him. Pictures of my last two fashion shows are a good idea also, I am certain he would love to have the proper facts to print." No, she really had no clue, since she was choosing to see herself and Marc Franco in the absolute best light.
Cor was flashed a smile. "Corlanthis, we should do something nice for Mr. Franco."
Cor was currently in the kitchen, all but using a trowel to spread heaps of butter onto some slices of toast. Following the butter were generous sprinklings of both cinnamon and sugar. Then, the plate of toast, as well as the plate of apple slices, and the glass of sweet tea were carried to the table. Whereupon he read over the article Merci was presenting to him. His brows drew together as he read, before finally blurting out.
"Yeah! That's right, Franco! I'm could totally have sex with Merci if I wanted! I am wholly capable of doing so and not at all lacking downstairs!" Of course, as Cor realized what he had said, he colored slightly, then coughed before seating himself and pretending the outburst hadn't even occured. He began filling his face with the toast as he listened to Merci rant.
"Y'know. You really shouldn't put too much stock in anything Franco says. Why, he used to tease me all the time for having nothing at all in my pants, thanks to some idle comments being passed around the Inn. You just learn to get over these things and blow them off." Which totally explained Cor's outburst earlier. Getting over it. Riiiiiiiight. He coughed again, before he began to think. Another piece of toast while his brain percolated. Then he was nodding slowly as a cinnamon speckled grin was directed towards Merci.
"Franco's a tricky one, though. It's. . .gotta be something that'll really get his attention. sending him the photos isn't a bad idea. But you know he's gonna just make up some story about how you faked them, or don't deserve them. Or how you maybe can't have sex because you're a eunuch. Whatever. We need to do something more impressive." This was punctuated by an apple slice being chomped viciously in half.
A well groomed brow arched at his outburst before she tilted her head and those golden amber eyes narrowed a little.
"Cor...you totally could not have sex with me. I would also like to keep my breakfast down, so if you could be so kind, please do not discuss your...anatomy at the table. Or anywhere...with me...ever again." She really wanted to use her hypnotic ability to "convince" him, but blinked and broke eye contact before the suggestion was more than a simple suggestion.
Another sip of her coffee was taken, this time there was no fit of choking. A frown marred her features for a moment, drawing her brows together. "He is a tricky one? I am sure he is a perfectly sweet man. Honestly, what kind of person could he be with that shock of neon pink hair? He must be harmless. Also, he thinks I am hot enough to be in a men's magazine. That proves he has good taste...in women at least, if not in his choice of reading material." Seeing the good in everyone, even if she sometimes had to make it up, was a character flaw.
Pointing at the heading of the section where she was mentioned "Sleeping her way straight to the top!", Mercedes tapped a couple of times. "Does he think I am gay? Does he think I was trying to sleep with Ms. Koyliak in order to get a job? I had nothing to do with whatever it was that G'nort did there. I am under contract with Poise, I already have a job! Besides, it would be distasteful to be having sex with more than one partner. Ms. Koyliak is quite beautiful but I am rather committed to G'nort. He is a good man beneath the..." She waved her hand about dismissively. "...other stuff that might not be so...good." Loosely translated, G was a good boyfriend and whatever he did in other aspects of his life didn't alter that fact.
After yet another sip of her coffee, she finally decided to give in to whatever it was that Cor was hinting at. "What do you suggest that we do that is more impressive? In what way can I return the favor to Mr. Franco for giving me a bit of publicity?" Because in Merci's world...everything was about publicity and appearances. Bad publicity (though she certainly wasn't seeing anything negative about the article now) was still publicity.