ooc: Time for lunch and then revision, bye for now!

Like if I owe you?

Apprentice. {Charlie/Irene}

thewomanwhobeatyou:

-Charlie grinned, nodding and standing up, ready to go. She saw no point in things taking long than needed. She played with a stand of hair, suddenly feeling awkward. What if she wasn’t ready. She bit her lip, but kept standing, siting again would look even more stupid.-

Rad!

-Irene smiled and got up, impressed by the woman’s eagerness. She led Charlie through the house, up into the bedroom that she used purely for work purposes, where all her supplies were kept, ranging from makeup and hair accessories to whips and handcuffs-

-Charlie gazed around the house, from the stairs and into the stunning bedroom. It was classy and gentile. The whole room was nearly bigger than her flat and she walked around it slowly, taking it all in. From the amazing wooden floors to the large bed that she couldn’t help smirking at.

Then all the make up, more than she had ever owned. The jewelry that was way too expensive for Charlie to even be looking at. She let her fingers glide over it, smiling and sighing. The whips and handcuffs were oven more fantastic, and she giggled, looking at them.-

This is… amazing. 

Apprentice. {Charlie/Irene}

thewomanwhobeatyou:

Gotcha’! 

-She grinned, putting her glass down. She would have to look after herself better, but then, she would probably get healthier from it. She coughed slightly, trying to imagine how she would look with her make up done, and her hair. Suddenly she wanted to see and she fidgeted in her seat.-

So… now?

-Irene set her empty mug down on the table and considered the woman before her, deciding on what to start with first, makeup, hair or clothing? It was a tough choice, but soon enough she had her decision. Makeup and hair first, clothing could come a little later-

Now, I could show you how to utilise makeup and how to elegantly do your hair so that it stays out of the way easily.

-Charlie grinned, nodding and standing up, ready to go. She saw no point in things taking long than needed. She played with a stand of hair, suddenly feeling awkward. What if she wasn’t ready. She bit her lip, but kept standing, siting again would look even more stupid.-

Rad!

The Bar || Charlie & Cheyanne

“I like speaking in French. Confuses those around us,” she grinned and indicated to the men around them.

Charlie laughed, nodding. “Yea, it’s like your own secret code… kinda.”

“I know,” she giggled. “But yes, you should come travelling with me,” she grinned.

“Totally, next time you are going, just give me a call.” She made the ‘call me’ sign with her hand, laughing. 

(Source: miss-moriarty)

The Bar || Charlie & Cheyanne

mostdangerousladyinlondon:

“Merci, comment savez-vous francais?” She smiled, making herself another cup of tea.

“J’ai passé beaucoup de temps en France. Je suis aussi couramment l’allemand,” she smirked back.

“Gut gemacht. Ich bin nicht fließend Deutsch…” She smiled sipping on her tea.

“Y at-il d’autres langues, vous pouvez parler?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Yea, English.” She laughed, sticking out her tongue.

“I like speaking in French. Confuses those around us,” she grinned and indicated to the men around them.

Charlie laughed, nodding. “Yea, it’s like your own secret code… kinda.”

(Source: miss-moriarty)

Apprentice. {Charlie/Irene}

thewomanwhobeatyou:

-Charlie tucked her hair behind her ear, suddenly feeling very self conscious. She never had anyone to impress before, so she didn’t wear more make up that was ever need and her hair was an awful mess.-

Course, sure. And I’m not, but the alcohol used to make me sick…

-That was a point, would she have to given up smoking? She didn’t like the sounds of that. She wound mention it later. She nodded, looking enthusiastic. Not just for getting all the girl things done on her, but to see the rest of the amazing house.-

-Irene smiled reassuringly at the woman, she understood exactly how she felt. It was daunting sometimes, having to look at your peak for clients, having to dress to impress every single day, not having days where you could just lounge around in pyjamas, no matter how much you wanted to-

Ah, yes, well, no drinking to excess when you have clients, being hungover with a client is never a good idea. Smoking is fine, just make sure you do it in between clients and brush your teeth and use mouthwash afterwards.

Gotcha’! 

-She grinned, putting her glass down. She would have to look after herself better, but then, she would probably get healthier from it. She coughed slightly, trying to imagine how she would look with her make up done, and her hair. Suddenly she wanted to see and she fidgeted in her seat.-

So… now?

The Bar || Charlie & Cheyanne

mostdangerousladyinlondon:

“Oui, pouvez-vous?” She smiled, French was her best subject at school. 

“Oui, bien sûr,” she grinned.

“Merci, comment savez-vous francais?” She smiled, making herself another cup of tea.

“J’ai passé beaucoup de temps en France. Je suis aussi couramment l’allemand,” she smirked back.

“Gut gemacht. Ich bin nicht fließend Deutsch…” She smiled sipping on her tea.

“Y at-il d’autres langues, vous pouvez parler?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Yea, English.” She laughed, sticking out her tongue.

(Source: miss-moriarty)

The Bar || Charlie & Cheyanne

mostdangerousladyinlondon:

miss-moriarty:

“Yea, we were saving up to go to France last summer, but our rood collapsed and we had to pay for that.” She shrugged, grinning. “Really? That was be rad!”

“France is lovely. Can you speak French?”

“Oui, pouvez-vous?” She smiled, French was her best subject at school. 

“Oui, bien sûr,” she grinned.

“Merci, comment savez-vous francais?” She smiled, making herself another cup of tea.

“J’ai passé beaucoup de temps en France. Je suis aussi couramment l’allemand,” she smirked back.

“Gut gemacht. Ich bin nicht fließend Deutsch…” She smiled sipping on her tea.

The Bar || Charlie & Cheyanne

“Yea, we were saving up to go to France last summer, but our rood collapsed and we had to pay for that.” She shrugged, grinning. “Really? That was be rad!”

“France is lovely. Can you speak French?”

“Oui, pouvez-vous?” She smiled, French was her best subject at school. 

“Oui, bien sûr,” she grinned.

“Merci, comment savez-vous francais?” She smiled, making herself another cup of tea.

(Source: miss-moriarty)

The Bar || Charlie & Cheyanne

mostdangerousladyinlondon:

miss-moriarty:

She shrugged lightly. “Drink, anything to do with music, travel, train, hook up with random guys and girls,” she chuckled. “Anything really. What about you?”

“Awesome, I’ve never been out of the Uk…” She shrugged. “Parties… me and my friends sit in our flat and play poker a lot.” She grinned, laughing slightly. 

“You’ve never been out of the UK? Holy shit. You’re missing out. You should come travelling with me some time,”  she smiled brightly.

“Yea, we were saving up to go to France last summer, but our rood collapsed and we had to pay for that.” She shrugged, grinning. “Really? That was be rad!”

“France is lovely. Can you speak French?”

“Oui, pouvez-vous?” She smiled, French was her best subject at school.