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Who: Felicia and YOU.
What: Come get your hair done or come talk to her or come be stared at her funnily because she dreamed about you and you did bad things (SUP WOLFGANG)
Where: The Best Little Hair House, other locations as you please
When: Misdi-Sukkardi at the salon, any other time anywhere else
Warnings: Bubbly personality? Language? TBA

For as much as she fakes it until she makes it, there are just some days where Felicia honestly doesn't have the energy to act like she has the energy to do anything. The dreams have been especially vivid since she's arrived in Baedal, more so than usual, and they all bother her. None of them are nice dreams, dreams about love and living life to the fullest. They're all filled with unspeakable horrors of faces both familiar and unfamiliar to her. She doesn't know where her subconscious stops and other people's start.

It exhausts her, and Felicia would give anything for an uninterrupted night's sleep. But sleeping bodies don't get fed and neither do angry landlords, so she manages to train herself into swallowing coffee strong enough that a spoon can stand easily upright in until she can make it out of the house and down to the salon. Maybe some bright sunshine or a chilly breeze will wake her up on the way over while she picks up some groceries. Maybe it won't. Maybe the cow will be happy to see her today. Maybe it won't.

No, it definitely won't. Mentos just wants its hay. Greedy cow.

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She hates coffee. She absolutely hates it. The color, the smell, the fact that no amount of sugar or milk makes it palatable enough to be drinking it on a daily basis. And is Baedal's coffee even fair trade? Felicia was too tired to think of asking the barista; her only thought was to get a jolt of energy from something since Red Bull seems to be non-existent here.

Stuck at a corner table, watching the steam vapors rise from her cup that she's willing to quickly cool off enough so she can down it in one shot, Felicia turns slowly at the voice calling her name. Oh, a client. Time to put on the fully awake and paying attention act. "Steph, hi!"

That practically hurt.

"Hey," Steph makes her way over, but won't take a seat unless Felicia offers; she doesn't want to impose. Before the fully awake act came on, Steph noticed she was looking a little worn out.

"Rough night?" She's knows a lot of people take advantage of the party atmosphere in Baedal, and she's assuming that Felicia is currently one of those people.

"Something like that." If only she had the excuse of partying hard. She hasn't been to one club since she's gotten here. What a shame.

From underneath the table, Felicia pushes the chair opposite to her with her foot, an offer to sit. She isn't feeling very talkative today, but Steph is a client. Being nice does help with return customers.

Steph takes the offered seat with a smile, looking Felicia over a little more carefully as she takes a sip of her coffee.

"You okay?" It's kind of a natural instinct for Steph to make sure everyone's doing alright.

"Mmhmm." The fact that Felicia looks down and doesn't actually form full words in an answer is a clear sign that she's lying to anybody who knows her well enough. Good thing Steph isn't one of those people, but it's probably obvious enough anyway. Still, she can't tell people about those dreams, about how she deals with dreams. Jae knows. He's the only one, but he seemed weird about it. Naturally, that's how people are. God, she wishes Alicia was here. She was good about accepting Felicia the way she was.

"How can you drink this stuff?" Felicia points at Steph's cup as if what'sin there is so much different than what's in hers. (With the amount of sugar and milk she's added, it probably is.)

Steph lets it go, even though it's pretty clear Felicia isn't feeling great. It's not like Steph hasn't had long nights before, and she doesn't know Felicia well enough to press for a real answer.

"I actually like it," she says it like it's some awful admission, "Or maybe I've just taught myself to, 'cause I'd die otherwise."

"I think I'll die if I drink it," Felicia retorts as she pulls her cup close and grimacing when the smell of the coffee hits her nose. It's not like she hasn't tried other drinks before hitting up the java, but tea just wasn't cutting it at all. "It's so gross."

Edited 2012-02-18 13:05 (UTC)

"It's not that bad," she does remember hating the smell of it when she was little, but she'd eventually started liking it, "Have you tried a mocha? The chocolate takes away the bitterness a little."

She is super helpful.

"Yes, it is. It's terrible. It's crap-soaked water." Or so she says as she takes a hesitant sip. "And yes, and not even chocolate can save this. In fact, it ruins chocolate. It should be arrested."

"That's just unecessarily harsh, crap-soaked water tastes much worse," Or at least smells worse; Steph has so many great life experiences, such as trudging through Gotham's sewers.

"Why don't you get some energy drinks or something? If you're only drinking coffee for the caffeine?"

Felicia shakes her head, but its unclear whether it's because of Steph's statement or that she just took another sip of the foul beverage.

"None of them are strong enough. I don't know why they don't sell Red Bull here. I would buy it all." Her precious Red Bull...so far away back home.

"I could give you a shot of adrenaline if you're getting desperate," It sounds like a joke, but Steph does actually have a syringe full of adrenaline in her utility belt. She also has some caffeine pills, but those are sort of her emergency stash.

Felicia has to laugh at that, assuming it's an actual joke. "Are you some drug dealer? My mother told me to say no to drugs and yes to life."

"I am stricty above board. Well, mostly," a grin. "I used to be a field nurse," that's the most accurate way of describing what she did, "Like Doctors Without Borders, you know? And I had a first aid kit with me when I came here."

So, it wasn't entirely a joke.

"You look kinda young to be in the military," Felicia comments, picking up a sugar packet to dump into her cup. Again. Though she's knows a couple of her high schools friends who joined the military soon after graduation, it never stops to bother her how much they're risking their barely lived lives.

Then again, it's Felicia assuming Steph is using field nurse in the truest sense of the word.

"Oh, no, not military. It was mostly a civilian operation, that was just the best way I could describe it. We went into a lot of war torn areas, so we did treat soldiers, but there was immunisation and contraception stuff we did too," She has experience stitching up injured vigilantes, too, but that's a part she can't mention.

"Oh, oh, I see now." Another sugar goes in, followed up by some blue sugar substitute. "Like was it the Peace Corps?"

"It was privately funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation," she smiles wryly, "But I don't expect that to mean anything to you." It would back home and it makes Steph feel oddly homesick.

She also raises an eyebrow at the sugar, "I hope you're not diabetic."

No, it doesn't, not one bit, but Felicia nods as it does. It's only polite. This Martha Wayne lady must be some big cheese where Steph's from if she can name drop like that.

Felicia returns that eyebrow with one of her own. "I told you it was gross."

"I'm just worried about your health," it fits nicely with the rest of the conversation. Steph is a pseudo-nurse, she has legitimate opinions about sugar intake. Even if she's clearly messing around.

"Don't worry. I eat much better than it looks like right now." It's true. If anybody looked in Felicia's refrigerator, they would find all sorts of vegetables and fruits, whole grains, lean meats, and all of them would be organic and free range in some way or another. Of course, there may be some ice cream in there too, but it's more sorbet than legit ice cream.

"It's just that coffee is really nasty and I'm trying to figure out how much sugar will cover the taste."

"You'd probably have to keep adding until it was at least fifty percent sugar," She likes coffee, but she won't deny that the taste is strong, "Do you like flavored coffees any better?"

Steph is so-so on them, sometimes they are just too sweet or odd tasting.

"Never tried them. I figured they wouldn't be any better than the regular stuff."

She's giving up. No more. No can do. Felicia slides her cup over to Steph's side of the table, as if anybody would be willing to drink that syrupy seet crap now. "I'm just going to quit life and sleep all day. Who needs money from a job?"

If only it was that easy.

"Sometimes they're not so bad. Other times they taste awful, it's like russian roulette for your tongue." Steph has her own coffee and is regarding Felicia's with distrust, god knows how much sugar she'd added before Steph had shown up.

"I think people who need to pay rent," she gives a wry, understanding smile, "At least you can work on your own scedule?"

Felicia shakes her head. Everybody thinks owning your own salon means you can work your own schedule, but in her case, if she doesn't work, she doesn't get paid. She's the only stylist in that tiny trailer and she's already taking two days off during the week so she doesn't fall out from exhaustion. There's not much room left for calling out sick when you have appointments and clientele to keep happy.

"There is no my own schedule. I gotta show up eventually, she said with a frown.

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