Breakfast without Tiffany's

[Coco]

Slipping from the comfortable embrace of sleep to find playful rays of light stabbing her eyes, Coco gave a groan and tired to roll away from the irritating touch of morning sun only to find herself bump into a soft, warm presence that was lying on top of her sheets. Her muzzy, half-sleep saturated mind only had a baffling microsecond to figure out what exactly that presence was before she felt the prick of little claws through the fabric and an offended, feline yowl sending her catapulting out of the bed and crashing to the floor in a tangle of sheets and foul language.

And, as Coco picked herself back up, her mouth tasting as though the cat had actually shat in it, she realized she was still wearing her pants from the day before and heaved a sigh.

This definitely wasn't how she wanted to wake up the after a wonderful evening that ended in her bringing a beautiful woman back to her home...

[Pixie Styx]

Daisy wakes not to the sound of Sly's yowl, nor to the sound of Coco's ungraceful tumble to the floor. The fawn is well used to ignoring his feline demands upon her attention is the early mornings. The sunlight, happy in it's cheer, blinding the fawn as she searched for her clock.

"Oh god! Why does it feel like a dog crawled into my mouth and had puppies?" Daisy whined, pulling an arm over her eyes. She felt the pressure of Sly's padded pawns as he climbed on-top of her chest. He'd always hated that he could find no rest on her head, like he would anyone else. Daisy was ever thankful for her antler horns.

His paws kneaded her chest and his little kitty face curled next to her ear. "Well....you were the one who drank yourself stupid." was his only comment before his weight left her chest, his tail hitting her nose as he left.

"Wha-?" Daisy questioned as she blearily took in her surroundings, the night before slowly coming back into focus. "I thought I would wake...with less clothing on, that is for sure." Daisy said, finding Coco's lean figure -similarly clothed - standing near the bed.

Slowly, ever so slowly Daisy sat up. Then with a amused, but weary smile, "So...breakfast?" Daisy's voice is soft, in deference to their hangovers, and because she wondered if the wasp would still wish her to stay for breakfast, even if they obvoiusly had not the anticipated Spring fueled rondevu as they lay between these sheets.

[Coco]

The wasp brought a hand to her face, fingers brushing across the minuscule, dried remains of sleep and the residue left from make-up that had smeared onto her pillow. A grimace crossed her face, and for a moment she almost wished that she'd awoken to find Daisy nought but a memory and a few strands of silken, jade glazed hair upon the sheets. That way she wouldn't have to bear being looked upon while she felt like a slumber ruffled hobo clown with bug feelers and the remnants of an apocalypse stewing in the back of her mouth. Alas, that was how circumstances had deigned to present themselves, and so she had no choice but to try to find whatever measure of grace that she could.

"Yes. Breakfast," Coco muttered, her words subdued not due to a desire to suppress her volume, but to hopefully limit any errant airflow before she could rid herself of the filth on her tongue.

"I just...there's no food," she added a second later, turning and stalking through the bathroom door that sat just opposite the foot of her bed. Quickly she flicked on the sinks hot water, and snatched up her mouthwash to dash into her mouth. By the time she was done swishing, and giving an undignified gargle, steam had begun to pool up from the stream of water running into her sink.

"We'll have to go out," she called, pitching her voice above the rushing sound of the sink, "unless hardboiled eggs sound like appetizing fair."

After that, she ducked her face down and began to vigorously wash it, finally freeing her skin from the feeling of rancid clay clogging her pores. She really must have been drunk last night if she hadn't even washed her face before falling into bed...

Nonetheless, the fluff of a towel patting her face dry, Coco decided that she'd done enough maintenance now to avoid looking like a waspish hobo clown, and so she popped her head back out of the doorway of the bathroom to see what her guest had been about.

Coco's apartment layout

So, Coco's flat is a small dwelling built above a decent sized garage. There's a little porch outside the front door, which opens up onto the living room, a once elegant but now messy affair with a couch, coffee table, tv and stereo, and Sly's favorite new fishy friend sits on an end table. A kitchen island separates the living room from the kitchen, and the kitchen itself looks small and neglected, with only minimal utensils giving it any appearance of use. Also, off of the living room is a doorway next to the tv that leads into Coco's bedroom. So, the bedroom and living room are paired next to one another, and the kitchen and bathroom are paired next to one another, though the bathroom can only be accessed through the bedroom.

[Pixie Styx]

Daisy brings up her fingers to comb them through her hair, a smile tugging her lips as she sees the state of Coco. Hair mussed from sleep, her make-up a mess, and Daisy though she a delight, but considering the speed in which Coco fled towards the en-suite the wasp probably didn't share the fawn's thoughts.

Daisy pulls her hair into a bun, fumbling for her purse so she might find a pen or pencil she could use as a hair stick. It took a few awkward one handed attempts but she found something she could use. After spending a night in the company of fellow Springs, Daisy is used to wearing the clothing from the day or night before, what's new is that this time she doesn't have to put the clothing back on.

As Daisy climbs to her hooves, to pad around Coco's flat she tries to flatten her skirt, deciding her blouse was a lost cause. Of course Sly is found closer then he should be to the glass separating him form his new fishy friend. "No." Daisy groans as she see him. Sly turns to Daisy to roll his eyes, before he settled back to watching.

Daisy finds the kitchen, a frown present for the tour of Coco's flat. She'd been told of the mess, but she supposed no one wanted to talk about neglecting their home. Daisy finds a cup so she could clear the taste from her mouth, with water from the tap. "Hmm?" Daisy hopes the question is apparent with her mouth full of water. The fawn gargles a bit before spitting it into the sink. She has the water spray the remains away. "Oh! If you have bacon I could do a fry-up if you like!" Daisy calls back, looking through her purse again, this time for tissue, so she might wash her own face with a little water from the kitchen sink. Once she's through she trashes the tissue, and returns to the living room, pulling Sly into her lap as she sits on the couch.

She waits for Coco to make her appearance, before she says, "If you do want to go out, I think I need something else to wear." a wry smirk upon her lips as she gestures to her outfit from the night before.

[Coco]

Seeing that Daisy had left the bedroom, Coco frowned, wondering if perhaps her...date, she supposed, had decided to leave. But then came her cultured voice, spilling in through the doorway that lead to the living room, and Coco felt as though her heart had suddenly began to beat again. Shaking her head at how silly she was being, Coco slunk through the bedroom and slipped through the doorway to find Daisy lounging upon her couch. Breathtaking, even when still covered in slept in clothes.

"The only thing I have in the house right now is alcohol, hard boiled eggs, and granola bars, so I'm afraid we have little choice but to go out. Though I do have an idea on how we could solve the issue of having nothing to wear," Coco replied, setting her shoulder against the door-frame and settling into a most relaxed pose with arms across her chest.

"We could go shopping. Pick out the other's clothes. See just how compatible our tastes really are. Unless, of course, you'd rather have an excuse to go drop Sly back at home?"

A meaningful look was shot at the nefarious feline crouching by Scylla, but the amused quirk to the Wasp's lips proved that there was no real malice in the Wasp's stare.

[Pixie Styx]

Daisy wanted to frown when Coco admitted all that she had within her flat for food, she didn't, however. But a part of Daisy that was growing larger and larger wanted to take care of Coco, who to her, seemed as if she was fraying, holding on by but a thread.

As much as Daisy wouldn't wish for Coco to learn of the words and the manner in which they were arranged, Daisy was a Wizened, and she had a new project. One she would do willingly without reservation. Take care of Coco, mend her frayed edges and bring light to her multifaceted eyes.

When Coco proposes her solution, Daisy admits that her first thoughts were that they should skip breakfast and Coco would offer she something from her wardrobe, only after ample opportunity to put her sheets to proper use, after they had so misused them just the night before, but...

"That is a delightful idea Coco." and it was, Daisy already had an image in her mind of what she'd cloth the women, leaning-posed in front of her. "Then we could break for brunch?"

Sly's ears twitched at the mention of his name, but his focus stayed on Scylla.

"He's a smart boy. He can find his own way home." She said, not taking her eyes off Coco.

[Coco]

"Well good. In that case I'll call us a taxi. I can ask them to come a bit later if you'd like a chance to shower. There's fresh towels on the rack, and you can use anything you'd like that's in there," Coco offered, walking over and joining Daisy on the couch.

"Sly and I can keep each other company in the meantime, I think. Or we could just chat until our chariot arrives."

Not that Coco wouldn't have rather offered to join Daisy in the shower, but she didn't want to coerce the latest interest of her heart into something before they were both ready. Daisy came from a more...prudish time, after all. Besides, given how quickly, and how poorly, Coco's other relationships had been, she suspected that it would be far better for both of them to progress forward more leisurely than she had originally intended.

Would you like to montage through the shopping and post them into the restaurant, where we each describe what the other is wearing, or shall we RP through the shopping?

[Pixie Styx]

Coco offering Daisy the use of her shower is a welcome one. Daisy knows that she would feel immensely better after a nice warm shower, though she notes that the women makes a point to say she'll keep Sly company rather then join her. In the glaring light of day it's harder to accept more physical romantic overtures, even well meant ones. Even from a beautiful women, that even at this moment, Daisy wants to feel her touch.

Daisy knows that she'll feel better after a shower, but as Coco joins her on the couch, Daisy just didn't want to get up, and while she vaguely recalls the night before, and she was almost certain that she would wake after a night spent in rapture, she had not, and now in the glaring light of day. Daisy knows she is glad they simply, to paraphrase Sly's words, 'drank themselves stupid', and while a one-night stand between Springs is not unknown and something she'd even partook of on occasion, she didn't want that between her and Coco. Daisy was the sort of person who always looked for more. Usually more then what her love interests wanted from their relationship. It was always a disappointing thing to realize. She just hoped, as she always did, that Coco was looking for more too.

There was just something about the Skitterskulk that tugged upon heartstrings, and Daisy didn't want their budding relationship to whiter before it has a chance to bloom. So she smiles and says, "I'd rather chat."

It's up to you. I already have what I want to dress Coco in picked out, so I'd rather montage, and go for breakfast, but if you want to do an RP'd shopping trip I'm Game!

[Coco]

\o/ Montage! \o/

"Then let's chat on the patio so we all we have to do is walk down the stairs when the taxi arrives. I have a few chairs," Coco replied, bouncing up from the couch and extending a hand to assist Daisy up. Then the Wasp was off to fetch camping chairs from a closet, then off to set them up on the patio while juggling the phone call with the taxi company, and lastly she went to make them some tea in travel cups and left the kitty wrangling up to the expert. She wanted to avoid getting clawed again if she could help it. It was entirely undignified, not to mention terribly unfashionable to have to walk around with cat scratches on one's arms, and Coco was sure that that was something Daisy didn't have to fear from her inky little friend.

Alas, once all that been accomplished, they'd only had a few minutes to chat before their taxi arrived and then Coco was ushering them inside and off to the mall, debating the pros and cons of different department stores with Daisy on the way. The Wasp was more of a proponent of Nordstrom's over Macy's, but no matter the Wasp's preferences they would both still have the entirety of the Arden Fair Mall to choose from once they arrived. If they were brave enough to venture all throughout its depths, that is, for Arden Fair was a massive complex that seemed all too eager to envelope them once they stepped inside.

Massive hallways stretched on before them, brilliant florescent lights shining down upon faux marble floors and carefully displayed islands of faux leather furniture and plastic flora which offered brief bastions of rest from the boundless array of stores before them. For, beyond the yawning portals of each shop lay a profusion of elegantly displayed commercial seductions, each more enticing than the last. The eyes could not rest amidst the bounty of self-proclaimed treasures, all just waiting for the right sacrifice of monetized time to partake of their pleasures, and all around them shoppers scampered and lumbered eagerly on to snap up the next trinket that tugged at their whims. And, far away, faceless beings would reap together all of the offered wealth...

Perhaps a boutique would have been better, but alas, they were already here. So, with a brief apology for the bustle, Coco urged them onward to their chosen department store where their game could commence. Which, once they had set out to clothing hunt, the Wasp took to with great enthusiasm. Outfit after outfit was pulled from the rack, each more risque then the last, and each latest addition casually paraded past Daisy as the Wasp continued her circuit, a playful grin upon her face. And play was all it was, it turned out, for once they came together again to have each other try on the final outfits, Coco presented Daisy with a wine purple sundress, black pumps, and a black shawl.

Certainly not as adventurous as it could have been, but finding something to match jade colored hair had been more of a challenge then Coco had anticipated, and she wanted Daisy to feel comfortable for their first actual date.

[Pixie Styx]

After they arrived, Daisy sent Sly off with orders to 'patrol the area'. The fawn hadn't thought that it would be needed, but it would keep the cat out of their hair. At least for a while.

It had been too long since she'd thought of venturing into a location so mundane to everyday life in the twenty-first century. She'd discovered what she liked, and simply set about doing that. For far too long she'd lived in a rut. For far too long she'd sequestered herself alone with only Sly for company, fearing the moment she would shatter in this still strange and still sometimes frightfully alien world.

She had thought that Coco would bring her (and Sly) to an upscale boutique, a place among those in her routine she knew well, and knew would not put a scratch to her porcelain skin, but Coco's energy, and the hustle and bustle of the mall brought forth a fountain of delighted laughter from the fawn.

Yes. It had been far too long indeed. Really, how she'd been acting had been antithesis to the Verdant Court. Apathy had been ever growing, moving to Sacramento was looking to be the best thing to happen to her. Or rather, her chance meeting with the Fairest, now leading her throw the store. As the choices Coco presented became more and more risque, Daisy suspected that Coco delighted in the blush staining her porcelain cheeks, but Daisy was loath to say anything about it, especially with the enthusiasm the wasp was showing.

Then the final choice was presented to her. Daisy loved it. And told Coco so, choosing not to mince her words, or focus of flowery prose.

Now it was Daisy's turn.

Feeling delightfully more predatory then what one would think with her fawn-like guise. She circled Coco, affixing a mock-scolding look whenever the wasp would attempt to flee from her pose.

Daisy had already spotted what she wished to dress Coco in, as they traveled through the store, but the fawn didn't wish the end the game to soon. Especially not with how much fun Coco seemed to have dressing her. So with a bright, delighted smile, Daisy prowled around the store, having years of Sly's own prowling as inspiration to draw from, and brought forth slinky dresses, and fine shoes. She him'd, and haw'd, saw pant suites, and pencil skirts, but sent each and every choice back to the racks.

Until her hunger finally made itself more apparent and the fawn just had to end the game. With quick steps Daisy found Coco's new ensemble, and presented it to her. A white cap sleeve button up blouse, paired with a structured black vest. Then, black straight legged dark blue jeans and sleek pointed toe stilettos to finish the look.