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Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

This wasn't the first morning Phoebe Rowe's came clacking into the apartment complex. Her high rise building typically wasn't home to women who looked like Phoebe did, but with her job, she could afford every single thing in her apartment, plus some. Stripping wasn't a cheap job, certainly not where the red head worked. The upscale club was full of rich men, ready to pay whatever the price for just as small of a thing as a seductive strip tease. The men's wives had fallen down the scale, according to them, and a young, new woman was just what they wanted. Phoebe, along with each and every other woman in the club, were more than eager to take their money. Phoebe approached the elevator, pressing the button with her salon styled, ruby red nails and took a step back, popping out her hip. Her crimson heels slid across the tile, clacking with her move, refusing to hide the shame Phoebe felt. Each morning, she attempted to avoid the other tenants of the building, just so she could return to her room in peace. Her short dress barely covered her upper thighs and down right refused to peak out from under her black pea-coat. Both articles of clothing exposed her long, pale legs to the cold air in the lobby, forcing goosebumps over her entire body. Her fire red hair was still held in the style she had placed it in the night before curled with rollers and held with gel, spray and the ever faithful bobby pins. As much as she tried, her make up simply wasn't wiping from her face and at some point in the cab, Phoebe simply gave up. Every dollar Phoebe had pumped into her culinary training was going down the drain. She could only cook for herself, or whatever lucky date she could find, but she was doing nothing with the degree she had worked so hard to earn. The look on her face was unpleased as the door to the elevator cracked open, exposing a small child. She forced her eyes to drop away from the mother beside him. No doubt they were heading out to school and Phoebe wasn't about to get in their way. There was a soft mumble from the woman, who was clearly scanning Phoebe's clothing. Before another word was spoken or she could comment back, the stripper slipped inside the movable box and pressed the doors closed, nearly jamming her finger into the glowing button before she bothered to lean against the wall and wait for it to open on the tenth floor. She could only hope that would be the only other run in with a tenant this morning.
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

The lift bell went off, drawing Phoebe's eyes up. Of course, on the other side of the door was her neighbour and her mood instantly dropped. The woman looked as if she had just finished digging through her bag and the red head took that chance to step to the side and slip out of the metal box. She hoped the woman wouldn't speak to her, but her luck wasn't nearly that good. Phoebe's grey eyes landed on Blythe as she began to speak, her fingers loosening the buttons on her jacket to expose the dress underneath. She was already partly to her door and had been caught. There was no use in hiding her clothing at this point. She only vaguely remembered the offer her neighbour had offered to her, but the sound of working in a restaurant caught her ear. The thought of working in a place that would let her use her degree would be a dream come true, compared to what she was doing now, but the question was, could she afford it. While she had money saved in her bank account, that wasn't about to last forever. Her job as a stripper gave her plenty of funds to work with on a daily basis and in the long run, would give her more. The thoughts haunted her as she watched Blythe turn towards the elevator. Sadly for her, the doors had already closed and Phoebe gave her a short, quick look over before turning away towards her front door. But when her name was called, she stopped and turned around once again to face the pixie-haired girl. She hesitated for a moment at the suggestion of breakfast and very slowly shook her head. I'm not up for breakfast, she admitted, trying to set the girl's offer down softly without smashing it into pieces. She had been up all night and simply wanted to curl under her covers and sleep the day away. She had that evening off, which gave herself plenty of time to do as she pleased. What she pleased... Her mind locked into an idea and she straightened her back at the thought, standing at her full height of 5'10, simply because of her four inch heels. I have the night off, she informed her neighbour. Would you... care to come over?
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

Blythe lightly sighed as she leaned her whole body against the metal door, she was a rather cheerful girl. Her name meant cheerful, carefree, and peaceful she always liked it and everything it meant, and she tried living her life like her name. Never letting anything bring her down, always being happy and kind to everyone, but there were times that she felt a heavy unhappiness weigh her down. It came out of no where and just hit her hard and head on, it faded away a while after. Blythe snapped out of her thoughts as she realized Pheobe had rejected her invitation to breakfast, she wasn't surprised, she would have been even more surprised if Phoebe accepted it. Alright, another day then. She replied as she leaned her head back, Blythe softly blew at a clump of hair that was getting in her eyes, she kept at it until it blew up and stayed put. Yay! She muttered softly to herself, Blythe was easily entertained, even more easily excited. The familiar ding rang out and Blythe pushed herself off the doors before they opened and she fell onto only god knows who, she wasn't up to making an idiot out of herself, especially now that she was the temporary owner of Grace Brasserie. Neither her brother nor she knew what it meant, and it didn't really seem to bother them. Business was good, people loved the food, and Blythe was doing the two thing she loved making sweets and making people happy. She snapped her head up as she heard Pheobe, she looked a little confused about what the taller woman said, a smile formed on her face as she realized what Pheobe said. Blythe never had gone over to Pheobe's house and was now excited. Sure, I would love to. I'll even bring something over from the restaurant, something sweet and chocolaty. She replied as the elevator doors opened up and a small family walked out, Blythe let them pass as she smiled happily. Today a fresh shipment of chocolate was arriving at the restaurant so she would be able to make something good, Blythe felt more than happy. I'll come over as soon as I get out, see you later Pheobe! Blythe said happily, she waved at the girl before getting into the metal box, she hit the ground button. Today was going to be a good day, she could just feel it.
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

With a smile, one that she hadn't given in nearly a month, the red head nodded in just enough time for Blythe to see before she vanished into the elevator. With a new joy spring in her step, Phoebe returned to her apartment, where her calico patterned cat was waiting for her. With a soft meow, he greeted his owner, rubbing against her legs, as if expecting her to be home at that time. Phoebe knew better, that her cat had simply rushed the door, but either way, it was always pleasing to see someone home waiting for her. She clicked her tongue a few times, removing her heels and placing them gently in the bottom of the closet, before stepping away and heading off to the bathroom. Although the dinner date had been lined up, Phoebe still needed to get out of her clothing and change into something fare more comfortable and fitting for herself, rather than work. After properly wiping the makeup from her face, the woman slid into a hot bath, settling against the foot of her tub to let her body soak and wash the feelings from the night before away. It was a hard task, but by the end, the girl was ready to climb into her bed and sleep for several hours. With another soft meow, Phoebe was joined by 'Captain Ameowrica', who quickly curled up against her warmth and began the low purring sound which comforted Phoebe on her lonely nights. The stripping chef let her eyes close and was swiftly whisked away by sleep, where she remained for several hours. The rest of the world bustled around her, unknowing of the woman in her apartment. All was calm as the mailman filled the mailboxes sitting peacefully in the lobby of the building. Several plain, white letters were slipped inside, several of which would soon be picked up by their new owner. Phoebe slept for nearly six hours before she even bothered to wake up and begin her day again. This time around, she was dressed, heading out to the store to pick up what she needed for dinner. It was difficult, since she didn't know what sort of food Blythe enjoyed, but given she worked in a restaurant, Phoebe could take a few guesses and hope one was alright. She picked up chicken, pasta and another two bottles of wine, along with several of her normal purchases. Chicken piccata was a good choice, she was hoping, but at least she didn't have to take care of dessert. That certainly wasn't her strong point. Once she was back in her apartment, the red head gathered her mail and returned to her apartment, slipped the groceries into the fridge and cabinets and landed on her couch with a sigh. The rest of her day was being taken up with catching up on the latest episodes of her favourite television shows and waiting for Blythe to arrive.
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

Some time during the day, Phoebe had decided on what she was going to wear that evening. It wasn't an easy choice and she wasn't completely settled on it, but some time between getting dressed and starting to pound the chicken out, she had lost track of time and it became too late to change. Her head jolted up as she heard the knock on her door and with a calm sigh, she approached it, checking through the peep hole before opening the door, allowing the other woman to enter. Hello, she greeted with a smile. The red head was still tucked behind the door until her guest had entered and she had the chance to shut the door. Her choice of outfit was nothing special just a pair of hip hugging, bootcut jeans and a burnt orange tank top which, with the help of her hair tie, exposed a good bit of the woman's shoulders. Dessert? she asked, holding a hand out for the box. The scent of chocolate was what gave it away, not that Phoebe minded. The smell was far more delicious than anything she could have hoped to have that evening and to have it made by the woman now standing in front of her was all she could ask for. Phoebe took a few steps further into the apartment, inching onto the large rug she had placed over the fake hardwood-looking floor that had been placed in her apartment. As soon as she moved into the building, the first thing she did was buy several matching carpets to lay around the room so that, except for the entry way and kitchen, she had something soft to step on. There was nothing better for aching heels than a soft, warm carpet to walk on. The rest of her apartment was kept the plain eggshell white colour she had been greeted with when she moved in, but instead of attempting to paint, she simply hung curtains and loose pieces of stylized cloth over the walls, all white colour with a pale purple hue weaved into the fabric. On the wall opposite the couch was a television entertainment system all set and ready to be used, complete with surround sound, several game systems and a full forty eight inch television sat on top of it all, staring the couch down with a psychedelic pattern shining on the screen. Music was flowing from the speakers, filling the room with a light, rhythmic tribal beat, something far different and more peaceful then what could be found in Phoebe's club. The kitchen was set up behind a half wall, located directly behind the couch, so if one was standing at the counter, they could still see what was showing on the screen. And in the space beside the television set was the hallway to Phoebe's more private area the bedroom and bathroom. The entire apartment was certainly set up in a way in which one could never tell what her profession was. A stripper, despite some of her mannerisms and a small selection of her personal wardrobe, was the last thing people would guess.
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

The host took the desserts and nodded, slipping them into the fridge before she began to heat the pan on the stove. She had no idea when Blythe actually got off work, so the meal hadn't even begun to cook. Lucky for the ladies, it didn't take long at all and it could be whipped up in under half an hour, if done by an expert. Phoebe was exactly that. The meal she had picked out was one she had made time and time again, even just for herself on a night off. she adored the tang from the lemon juice and wine with the flavour of floured chicken. It was a perfect combination for any occasion. And to top it off with the rich dessert would be the best way to end the evening. Turning her head back towards Blythe, Phoebe smiled and added butter to the pan. Thank you, she responded, making sure to flash a 'signature smile' in the brunette's direction before turning back to what she was doing at the stove. While she worked, her ears were tuned to pay attention to what her guest was saying. I rarely hate, she informed Blythe calmly. Greatly dislike, but I never hate. And it certainly wasn't because you were offering me a job. With that being said, the woman turned to face her guest, allowing the chicken some time to cook in the pan. The aromas were rising and spreading, filling the apartment with a fresh smell. Captain even felt the need to come investigate what was going on and made his presence known with a loud cry of annoyance towards Phoebe. The woman responded with a light shove of her foot, sending the feline darting out of the room onto the back of the couch. Sadly, it is far from it. But the money is worth it. She wasn't about to go into large details, and quickly cut herself off in favour of giving the girl another smile. So you're the pastry chef in the restaurant? she questioned, stirring the chicken lightly. Is it enjoyable, or just a job?
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

Blythe listened to Phoebe, she quickly noticed the cat and smiled. The brunette walked over to him and lightly petted him, making sure to be care so he didn't scratch her. Blythe's head moved up a fraction at the question about her job, she smiled to herself. I really do love it, I studied in the Culinary Art Institute of Paris to achieve my degree it was expensive, but now it's worth every penny and paying me back. She softly replied, her voice was that of someone remembing past memories, she snapped of it and looked up. Truth be told, Blythe didn't study to be a pastry chef because she had liked it...well at the time she didn't, like any cheesy love story, she had gone to Paris chasing love. She fell in love with a guy and went to France with him, she studied along side with him and halfway through her last year, she met his wife and their four kids Blythe felt like an idiot. I'm happy to wake up day to day and start working, yes it's tiring, but fun. The fast paced evenings, the slight bitter-sweet fear of every passing critique, the tongue twists of trying to speak French it's all pretty fun and new boring. Blythe stopped petting the cat as she walked back to the older red-head. My brother also owns the place, so I don't have the huge stress of being hated by my boss or that one mistake will end my dream job. Though for about...hmm how long has it been...six?...eight? Yeah, I think eight months now, I've had to run it along with being the only pastry chef it just adds to the fun. Blythe gave a mellow smile as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall behind her.
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

Phoebe began pouring wine into the pan, making up the sauce, before turning to Blythe to listen to the woman once again. Cooking and running it? That's quite a handful, she pointed out, sounding quite impressed by what she was doing in her job. It wasn't something that most people would take on, given you would have to deal with two of the more stressful sides of a restaurant. Blythe was quite brave to tackle a job like that. While her mind turned, the red head placed the chicken back into the pan and drained the pasta in the sink. Your brother could still fire you, she pointed out, a playful tone in her voice. I doubt it, but it's a complete possibility. She smiled, turning enough to allow the woman to see the smile. She finished the dinner and placed it out on plates for the two. Wine? she offered, lifting the bottle of white wine. I studied at Le Cordon Bleu, she informed the woman. First few years were in Boston before I moved to Madrid. She poured herself a glass before carrying the plates to a table sitting at the edge of the kitchen. It had been set with a black table cloth and red place mats, complete with knives, forks and napkins arranged in the proper, professional way. The red headed woman returned to the kitchen, walking closer to the woman than she had when she left the room. Her arm lightly graze against Blythe's before bringing the drinks they had selected back to the table. I hope this is to your liking, Phoebe admitted, taking her seat at the table. I forgot to ask what you preferred.
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

I doubt he would even think of firing me, he goes off on vacation all the time and ends up leaving me in charge a lot. Blythe said lightly, joking was what she did when she was nervous, she felt a rush of something go up her spine as Phoebe's arm grazed past her, her cheek got a slight pale pink color to them. This looksreally good! Blythe replied happily, she walked over to the table and sat down trying to ignore that had just happened. She was to say the least, impressed Blythe now knew that Phoebe was in the wrong line of work. She was a lady, not a whore or slut, and the brunette kind of respected her despite it everything that people said about the redhead. Thanks for making this, I like any kind of food so anything you would have made would have been fine with me. Blythe replied as she smiled at Pheobe, the brunette scooted back a little in the chair, she looked at the wine and her smile fell. She wasn't one to drink, she was a rather lightweight to came to it. One glass won't hurt. She said as she took a small sip, the sweet burning liquid ran down her throat. Blythe lightly coughed, she hid it behind her hand before looking up at Phoebe. Sorry, it's been a while since I've had any type of alcoholic drink, I'll just stick to one glass. She replied before picking up her silver wear. Bon appetit. She lightly giggled before taking a bite of her food, it was good and this was coming from a woman who had taste almost every type of food there was. Wow. She muttered as soon as she finished swallowing. It's really good. Blythe was surprised, Phoebe would do good at Grace Brasserie, Blythe knew it.
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

Phoebe knew how to take a complement when one was given, but unlike her normal situation, she couldn't smile and brush it off with another activity. She had to face her guest and take it in the proper fashion. Thank you, the red head responded with a small, graceful nod of her head before taking a short sip of her own wine. I try not to make it a habit to drink much, but for a dinner like this, it's a nice addition. Her thin fingers smoothly pulled back from the stem of her glass to pick up her fork. I have to admit, I could cook this meal with my eyes closed. I sort of cheated. The woman gave a small shrug of her shoulders as she took a bite of the chicken. I'm glad you like it though, she added, her haunting grey eyes falling to the plate in front of her. I imagine your contribution will be far better. It's been months since I've had a good dessert. Another smile flashed over her lips, although unlike the last few, this was a true, joyful smile. Her eyes lifted from her dish again to lock with Blythe's across the table. It had been some time since the woman had a date and even longer since she had someone to cook for. Deep down, although she enjoyed the pay cheque she earned, Phoebe missed being in the kitchen, doing what she did best. None the less, she enjoyed when she could cook and found even more pleasure in it when others took part and favoured what she had done.
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

Blythe smiled sightly. Still, it's really good and I think that's all that matters, you like making it and you do it rather well. She replied, her delicate looking fingers took a hold of the fork and took about bit of chicken, she really did like it. Blythe looked at the glass of wine and fought with herself if she should keep drinking it or just asked Phoebe if it's alright with her that she gets some water instead. Blythe decided to just finish the first glass and than get water, how bad could one glass be. I haven't had wine since...maybe two years ago on New Year's at Grace Brasserie, I don't really remember what happened afterwards. My brother told me he dragged me back home after I tried dancing on a table, but ended up smashing a bottle and my head on the Chandler. Blythe quietly admitted as she remembered, she lightly bit her lip as she realized that wasn't something she should not have said out loud. Blythe pulled her attention away from it and back to what Phoebe was saying, she softly laughed and lightly poked her food. Well you can make this with your eyes closed, which means its something youve done many times. The dessert I brought is my version of this Ive made it multiple times, just not for customers. Ive made it for myself, for my brother and his wife once, and twice for a date. This would make it three times then. The last part stayed in her head, she wasnt about to say that and then fine out this wasnt a date, just a friendly dinner. Blythe glanced down as she felt something pass by her leg, she quickly spotted Phoebes cat. Blythe smiled as she turned her foot upward and the cat rubbed his chin on her shoe, she softly laughed before looking up at Phoebe. Youre cat is adorable, whats his name? Cute.
Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

Phoebe cracked a smile as she listened to the woman's story of her last wine adventures. It was rare that Phoebe got drunk enough to have any stories such as that. Her work demanded that she remain sober while on duty, and she never stayed there longer than she had to be. As it was, she hated the building and the smell of smoke that was left on her clothing. Her closet was full of air fresheners and dryer sheets and when it was nice, she would air out her clothing as much as she possibly could. It was rare for the red head to have a night she enjoyed going through and every bit of evidence she could remove was better for her own comfort. She rarely mentioned that to anyone and she wasn't about to bring it up in the middle of Blythe's entertaining tale. Luckily, she changed the topic. The more she was describing about her special dessert, the more Phoebe's stomach was turning away from her food, hoping she would replace it with the delectable treat her floor mate and brought over. It was rare for Phoebe to turn away her own food, but what Blythe was offering sounded to be far better. I sounds wonderful, the woman admitted as her guest looked down at her legs. Phoebe shifted her feet beneath the table and glanced over the edge to see what was interrupting their meal. That would be Captain Ameowrica, she told the other woman with a smile. My brother has Agent Phil Pawson and my sister has LoKitty. With a small shrug of her shoulders, Phoebe gave a hesitant smile. Our father had us into comic books at an early age, believe it or not.