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scarlet malone - July 13, 2007 04:29 AM (GMT)
This is nice... the brunette thought to herself as she lay in a chair, her hands wrapped in warm towels, her feet currently being massaged gently. Shifting a little, she turned her head slightly, and she was completely comfortable. The room in the spa was lightly fragranced with some kind of flowery scent -- lavender, she believed, with possibly a hint of rose. Whatever it was, it smelled good, and it, along with the general pampering she'd been experiencing throughout the day, was working wonders on her frazzled nerves.
It was just one of those days when Scarlet needed to just think of herself, let others take care of her. Of course, if she thought about it enough, she'd realize that she usually thought about herself, let others -- namely Hunter -- take care of her, but she was on strike from thinking that day. No thinking for Scarlet, just lots of sighing, smiling, and enjoying the skilled hands of the masseuse. And okay, that sounded dirty. Of course, considering it was a female masseuse, it probably wasn't as dirty as it could have been. Once upon a time, if it had been a male masseuse, and a much-younger Scarlet, it could have been really dirty.
But luckily, Mrs. Malone had grown up enough -- and had gotten a ring on her finger -- and so yeah, there was nothing dirty going on.
"Thanks," the interior designer mumbled, cracking one eye open to look at the girl -- 'Michelle,' her name tag read -- as she flashed her a grateful smile. "You're an angel," Scarlet added, as the girl returned the smile and gave a small wave as she made her way over to another person. Scarlet leaned her head back, closing her eyes again, and took a deep breath. She really should find out what exactly they were wafting around in here, because she could seriously use some of whatever it was in her house. She'd probably be a lot less stressed; of course, if she'd just tell the damn truth, that would probably do the trick, too.
But see, that was so much harder than buying some of this smoke-ish stuff.
And Lord, she was thinking. It needed to stop. Burrowing into the soft terrycloth robe she wore, she pursed her lips and willed herself to stop thinking about stressful thoughts.
bambi pratt - July 13, 2007 05:08 AM (GMT)
She didn't care anymore. Bambi could be in the middle of a murder scene, but all the walking had made her feet hurt like hell. Her face wasn't taking it well either. Her pores were enlarged and getting clogged. So she decided to go to the Oceanova. Since the boys were back, they'd taken her car and her abilities to get to places so she had to walk ten blocks just to get to the spa. She was furious that even the bike was gone. Glaring at the ground as she walked into the spa she walked to the counter.
"Appointment. Pratt, Bambi. I have a three o'clock with Michelle." She smiled at the receptionist. She smiled and nodded before showing her to the room. Sighing she took off her jacket and the rest of her clothes except for her bra and underwear. Putting on the robe she walked into a room with two other woman. Upon sitting down the one next to her walked off to go take a steam. She looked over to Michelle, who smiled and said hi to her as she started to work on her feet. Turining to the woman next to her her eyes widened. "Are you Scarlet Malone?" She'd known the woman from going over to Frankie's house to drop off Piper and Lilah. Of course she knew that her dad had dated her in some life time.
scarlet malone - July 13, 2007 05:47 AM (GMT)
"Are you Scarlet Malone?" Just as she'd been drifting into a very happy state of semi-consciousness, a voice broke into Scarlet's thoughts, and the woman opened her eyes and turned her head in the direction from which the voice had come. After taking a couple of seconds for her eyes to focus, they finally did to reveal a rather familiar-looking young woman, whose identity Scarlet was unable to place immediately. After a moment's worth of studying the girl, she realized that she was Cody's daughter, and so the interior designer smiled warmly.
"Yeah, I am...sorry, delayed reaction," she answered, an apologetic little grin playing across her features. "You're Cody Pratt's daughter, right? Bambi?" Well, she certainly wasn't Delilah or Piper -- even the world's most absent mother was able to see that. Not to mention, everyone in town knew that Delilah and Piper weren't Cody's real daughters anyway. They all knew that they were Finn Tucker's girls, and Scarlet was grateful that somehow, no one in town had ever made the connection between the girls' ages and the scandal that had rocked St. Peters when Scarlet Ellis had turned up pregnant by Finn Tucker.
Then again...Scarlet wasn't entirely sure that people had ever really paid that much attention.
With a small gesture towards Michelle, the brunette quirked another grin in Bambi's direction. "She's a miracle worker -- you'll want to just fall asleep right there," Scarlet quipped, chuckling quietly. The designer took a second to remove the rapidly-cooling, formerly-warm towels from around her hands, and sighed contentedly. Admittedly, she'd been neglecting her hands lately, and so they'd been in dire need of some TLC. "Frankie and Abby have talked about you..." she said, scooting up to more of a sitting position in the chair; it was more conducive to conducting a conversation than lying down was, and Scarlet liked to be able to see who she was talking to without tilting her head at an awkward angle.
Even if Frankie and Abby hadn't ever talked about Bambi, and if she didn't know that she was Cody's daughter, Scarlet probably still would have been able to identify the young girl sitting next to her. She had quite a reputation around town, for being less-than-chaste, and more-than-promiscuous. Now, Mrs. Malone had never been one to judge easily -- she had basically been the Bambi of her own time at that age, at least in the eyes of her parents and some of the other townies, and she hadn't turned out so badly...well, that was debatable. But she could have turned out a whole lot worse. People could change; not to mention, maybe it was some kind of plea for attention.
Or, of course, she might have just liked her reputation. Sometimes, the older brunette got the sneaking suspicion that if she'd never gotten pregnant, she might have had no problem prancing about town, doing whatever she wanted. You never knew.
bambi pratt - July 15, 2007 07:31 PM (GMT)
Bambi was so caught up in the massage that she too had a bit of a delayed reaction. She choked on her spit a little and looked up. "It's ok. I'm a little bit delayed too." She smiled when Scarlet recognized her. "Yeah. Bambi Pratt's my name." Scarlet was Frankie and Abby's mom, so of course she knew her. As Michelle rubbed her feet she smiled at Scarlet. "Tell me about it. She's a wonderful masseuse. It's my second time here." Michelle smiled up to her and continued to kneed at her feet that were sore from pain now.
Taking off her facial mask quickly as it was getting warmer now she looked to Scarlet. "They talked about me? Well better them than the rest of the town." Even if she had a lot of friends here and there, the majority of the town still thought of her as a whore and someone that they couldn't trust with the men in their homes. "It's not easy being friends with everyone with my reputation." She knew that Scarlet was a bit promiscuous in her day from her father. He'd told her that she was a little flirty 'back in the day'. She she had to guess that at some point he'd had a fling with her. At that thought she shuddered a little.
scarlet malone - July 19, 2007 06:58 AM (GMT)
"Sweets, take my advice and don't pay any attention to what other people say. Most of the time, they just talk -- they don't even care what they're saying as long as they can hear their own voices ripping someone else apart. I know what it's like, I used to be the girl everyone talked about," Scarlet told her; if they hadn't been lying in chairs and pretty much secured in them thanks to the various spa treatments, the woman would have patted the younger girl's arm, possibly even hugged her. She did know what it was like to hear people whispering, the hurtful things that some of the townies had come up with. Some of it had amused her -- Scarlet hadn't even known she'd done some of the things they'd said she had -- but some of it had hurt, too. Really hurt.
Obviously, she couldn't exactly use any concrete examples with the girl, but she could offer general knowledge and advice. No teenager, no matter what their lifestyle, deserved to be branded with a scarlet letter or horrible rumors. "Plus, chances are, they're just jealous because they never knew how to just let go, how to just do something crazy every once in awhile. Most people who rip others apart do it because they wish they had the guts to do those things -- they wish they could just let go and do what they wanted, when they wanted." Okay, so maybe the brunette wasn't really the greatest role-model. Maybe she'd never been a totally wild-and-crazy chick like Bambi apparently was. But she had been a little unbridled, she had been the girl who got pregnant but kept on doing what she did.
"People suck, that's the number one life lesson, Bambi," she said with a sigh. "And as long as you're friends with yourself, everyone else can go screw themselves. Not everyone's gotta like you. But you've gotta like you, and if you do, then that's all that matters. Plus, you're a spunky chick. You're cute, and you seem like you like to have a good time. So, I like ya'," she offered with a chuckle. "You're kind of like me. Y'know, if you don't mind the comparison to a crazy old lady." Okay, so anyone who knew Scarlet knew that she didn't even come close to considering herself old, but today's mission had suddenly become 'take Bambi's mind off the fact that people are losers and make her feel better,' because it seemed like the petite teenager could use it.