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Post by molotov on Jul 6, 2016 21:55:03 GMT
 there’s fresh meat at the meet ‘n’ greet tonight, molly’s sees. what should be a quick, small initiative pr event – heroes rubbing shoulders with donors and a few people in the media – has already turned into something way, way more interesting. molly always likes these events anyway. she’s gotta talk with whoever sorts 'em out; the champagne is usually good.
the doors to the room are just about to open to the donators and media. molly picks two champagne flutes off a table, slinks past one of the nervous staff and holds out the glass to the new hero tesla.
“first time?” she smiles.
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Post by TESLA on Jul 6, 2016 23:59:23 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","biggie"]  [attr="class","textie"]Tesla didn't even know what she was doing here. She hated going to parties, and especially not ones where she had to dress formally. She had on a blue dress that went to her feet. She had nearly tripped on the way here, with a white pair of heels on. The Initiative had paid for all of it, telling her that "image was everything." Whatever. These shoes were so goddamn uncomfortable. Tesla just wanted to go home. And watch cat videos until three in the morning.[break][break]
Tesla was interrupted from her thoughts by a sudden voice. She jumped, almost literally, almost falling over. She turned, seeing Molly standing there. The woman seemed kind of familiar. Was she from TV? No, more likely than not, she was some sort of Internet icon. Tesla didn't watch enough TV to know who was famous. "Um...what is that? Sparkling juice or something?" Oh, please don't say its alcohol. Tesla wasn't hoping she'd be asked to drink. She was too awkward to say no.[break] [attr="class","iconie"]  [newclass=.biggie]-webkit-transitionduration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover]margin-left:-300px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie]opacity:0;margin-top:-425px;margin-bottom:150px;width:300px;height:400px;padding:10px;background-color:#fff;border:solid 1px #b7b7b7;color:#939393;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;margin-left:0px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;font:11px calibri;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .textie]opacity:1;margin-left:610px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar]width:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#b7b7b7;border:2px solid #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconie]opacity:0;margin-top:-240px;margin-left:-220px;margin-bottom:50px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .iconie]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.tagsie]opacity:0;font:11px calibri;color:#b7b7b7;margin-top:-75px;margin-left:-75px;margin-bottom:40px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .tagsie]opacity:1;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] |
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Jul 19, 2016 23:57:23 GMT
Post by molotov on Jul 19, 2016 23:57:23 GMT
the gal’s wobbling in her heels and molly can’t decide whether she’s disappointed or not that that tesla’s petrified jump – nope, bounce – doesn’t end up with her on the floor. good thing tesla didn’t already have a champagne flute in her hands. there was a 43 second youtube clip of a fuzzy, stumbling, newborn foal molly linked to on her twitter account a couple of days ago. tesla reminds her of it.
“aw hon, you okay? i didn’t, like, shock you, did i?”
“nope,” molly nope is punctuated with a real plosive pop and laughter, “initiative doesn’t give sparkling juice to its donors. people with money prefer champagne.”
she shakes the flute so very slightly. bubbles rise to the surface and she sips her own glass. molly’s brow furrows and her expression reflects something like scrutiny when she starts speaking in a voice more dulcet than her usual vocal fry, “rich, fresh, with a lingering fragrance.”
“just kidding. it all tastes the same to me,” she shakes the flute in her hand again, impatience streaking across her face, “hurry up and take it. my arm's getting tired.”
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Jul 29, 2016 19:10:29 GMT
Post by TESLA on Jul 29, 2016 19:10:29 GMT
It took her a few moments to straighten herself out. And, in all honesty, she did look a lot like an unsteady foal, since she was basically in the infant stages of being able to walk in heels. She eventually took the champagne glass, staring down into it. She gave it a little smell- and recoiled. It was softer than some of the alcohol she had smelled, but it still had that signature alcoholic smell. She glanced up to Molly, then back down to the glass. She sipped it- and recoiled, again. "Blech," she murmured.
"It's...good," she said, lying. She lied a lot. Better to look like she was enjoying herself. She tried to adjust the corsage that hid her old scar on her wrist with her teeth. "T-thanks for the...drink..." she said, trying on a smile. As a hero she didn't wear a mask, but her smiles were the closest thing. She looked around quietly at the other people attending. A lot of heroes she didn't know yet. She looked back to Molotov, wondering what sort of abilities she had. Whatever they were, they were cooler than hers, most likely.
"So, have you been to a lot of these...? It must be boring, sucking up to officials and beneficiaries..." Tesla mentioned, noting that Molly, overall, didn't seem to be enjoying the party itself, and mostly the drinks.
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Post by molotov on Aug 4, 2016 16:18:07 GMT
tesla physically recoils as she tastes the champagne and molly can’t help but laugh again. the girl needs to learn how to lie and how to swallow. two skills a gal like molly can’t live without.
“honey,” she breathes, dropping her own flute down on the table and reaching out again but this time to swipe it out of tesla’s hands. she doesn’t expect much resistance from someone who took it so easily, “don’t thank me. first rule of these things. like, first rule of of anything.”
“don’t accept drinks from strangers, ‘kay?”
“you gotta promise me you won’t do that,” she leans against the buffet table and molly holds up her little finger. she dangles it between them, “pinky promise.”
“i’ve been to all of ‘em. even before i was a super,” molly watches tesla take a gander but she’s already surveyed what’s available tonight. she doesn’t need to, “boring? um, i think you mean they’re awesome.”
“don’t you see what we have here?”
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