Always Waiting [Open] Oct 17, 2011 19:31:00 GMT -5
Post by bulma on Oct 17, 2011 19:31:00 GMT -5
An impatient foot tapped the ground as the pale blue tressed woman waited. She had been at the restaurant for hours, her hair neatly styled into curls and pulled back behind a bandanna where it fanned out behind her into what some would call an afro. She just called it elegance. Her work clothes had been replaced by a strapless red mini dress and her heels were a glaring bright blue like her hair. The bandanna a bright red against her bush of thick blue hair completed the simple outfit. Her makeup, that she'd agonized over complimented it all, painting her lids a soft blue. Pefection wasn't easy but she made it look that way.
Right now however her mask of perfection was slipping and her red coated lips were in a pout. He must have forgotten, she'd been waiting here for hours and he'd forgotten. No doubt it would be the same excuse, he'd been training and lost track of time again. Since when did the worlds safety during a time of peace become more important than a dinner date with her? Never. Even if the world was ending she would have expected him to be here, after all he was the luckiest man in West City to be dating her. Especially after all she put up with.
The waiter came back around offering her wine and she gave him consent. He had been nice to her the whole time she had been sitting here and he paused now deciding to speak to her, "Is there a problem Madame?" he asked, his accent thick but pleasant. "Yes, there is. Tell me, would you ever leave a woman like me waiting?" she asked gesturing to all of her. His eyes rolled over her and finally he shook his head, "Never" he said simply but instead of smiling or even noticing his charm she folded her arms across her chest her face all anger. "Then why, WHY, would someone like Yamcha even THINK about it! What. A. Jerk." she snapped and her venom was enough to cause the waiter to step back. He was suddenly unsure of his resolve to ask this woman on a date.
Tired of waiting the woman stood to her feet quickly and tossed down the money owed before slinging her purse over her shoulder and headed outside her heels clicking sharply. She wasn't going to wait, she was going to go home, change clothes and work in the lab tonight. It would help her clear her head and at least the lab wouldn't disappoint her, Yamcha would know where to find her if he decided to remember. If not she had other things she could do, she clicked along the sidewalk searching her purse the entire time for a napkin to wipe her lips with. No need to wear that anymore, it'd just smudge anyways.