» nocturnal vacation, unnecessary sedation

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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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"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."

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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."

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"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.

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"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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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?"

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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.