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Post by dolores maria haze on Apr 25, 2010 18:02:50 GMT -5
So even though Dolores was not much for this whole dressing up deal, she did have to attend because, according to her superior, she was off maternity leave. It sucked that she only got, what? a month or two? Probably less but she understood why. She was fine but she did hate being away from Baby constantly. It felt weird leaving her with Rhett...It wasn't that she didn't trust the father of her child with said child but it was the fact that even though she was hoped up on morphine when she somewhat made-up with him, once her head was clear, she didn't want herself or Baby near him. It was a pride issue and her own stubborn ways that she simply wanted to prove that she didn't need him. She could function independently. She did it for nineteen years before meeting him and then six months after he decided leaving her was better than talking through their many issues.
But that was beside the point. The point was, since she was still sort of upset she didn't get a longer maternity leave, she lent one of her students, Louise Vanderbilt to be exact, her playboy bunny stripper outfit she used a few times back when she used to be a stripper back in the States. Of course she would love to be a stripper again, as some might say that was probably a slutty thought, it was an art to her. She danced the art of seduction, mastered the art of lust, and used it all to make a quick buck without opening her legs and giving random men her goodies. That was the main reason she managed to keep her dignity in tact for so long. Anyway, after letting the gal in gladly (it was on her bucket list and Dolores had no reason to deny her the satisfaction of fulfilling it), she smoothed down her dress a bit, sighing deeply as she gladly was finally able to suck on a damn cigarette again. She had been craving it while pregnant and she hated that she couldn't do it even though for the first month she drank and smoked without hesitation. Main reason? She hadn't known she was pregnant because if she did she obviously wouldn't have done it.
Dolores did look striking, though, in the Oscar De La Renta black floral lace gown. The back dipper so low it was probably something she shouldn't have worn but Rhett got it for her as a gift a while back with plane tickets to go see Swan Lake in Russia...Which never happened. She still had the plane ticket sitting in a box underneath her bed but it was something she would never admit. Her hair was in soft, natural curls picked up to stay out of her face and then she had a piece of lace across her eyes which were a smokey onyx so her bright colored feline eyes stood out behind the lace. It was pinned to either side of her head and it looked good since it kept up the little act. Finishing her cigarette, she blew the smoke out after the final drag out one of the opened windows. She felt a bit too glammed up though it was obvious everyone else looked way more spectacular than she did. She was just glad to be able to fit in her old clothes again-right back to her slender and fit figure she missed so much.
She did feel empty without Baby in her stomach though and it might have been obvious because she had a slender hand over her now flat stomach as if full of nostalgia. Baby felt like home...and that was where she wanted to be right now. Home, feeding Baby, taking care of Baby, listening to her giggle or her gentle breathing before she drifted off into sleep...But she had to be here because it was part of work so she was stuck. A small frown fell on her full lips as she went over to the voting table, grabbing a Scotch along the way. God knew she needed it, "I got it covered," she told the obnoxiously large physical education professor who looked ready to rip out of his suit and he seemed to happily leave the duty up to her. She down the Scotch easily and expertly before drumming her fingers on the table, watching behind a lace mask as people would come by, scribble a name, place it in the box, and then go off to dance and drink and socialize with friends or start drama or something. Overall, she felt a bit useless but wasn't that the job of a professor at these sort of things?
It wasn't until someone appeared in front of her and addressed her that she seemed to snap out of her bored daze. They asked something about the voting...She hadn't been entirely listening, "Write a name, throw it in. I think it's self explanatory," she didn't say it harshly, just with that typical bored voice of her's. She grabbed another Scotch as the waitress went by and she took a gulp from it, enjoying the burn of it because it was the only thing keeping her from totally falling asleep.
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