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[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

[One of her heels is broken.]

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[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

Need some help there?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Can you mend shoes? If not, I'm not sure how you can help, doll.

[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

How about I superglue them back together?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Or you could carry me.

[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

Yes, I could do that.

Where do you want to go?

[temtsel.livejournal.com]

Ah, pardon me - do you need help?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Yeah, help would be fantastic.

[temtsel.livejournal.com]

Should I, um, carry you? [Awkward.]

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Yeah, doll, would you mind? I'll buy you a drink or something to make up for it.

[sainthoward.livejournal.com]

[Oh. You. Howard slows his car considerably, then stops, having lost the internal debate to leave the flirty girl in the snow. He gets out with a sigh.]

And that's why heels are evil. Are you alright?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Evil, but part of my work's dress code.

[She tries to smile and nod, but it's mostly unconvincing.] Yeah, peachy. Howard, isn't it?

[sainthoward.livejournal.com]

Dress codes are made to be broken.

Yes, it's Howard. You flirted with me, though I have a feeling that doesn't narrow it down by much. [Sigh. Then, because he has to ask,] Are you alright?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Yeah, don't take it personally, baby. [She winks, then sighs at the question.]

I had a shitty day, is all.

[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

Need some help there?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Can you mend shoes? If not, I'm not sure how you can help, doll.

[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

How about I superglue them back together?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Or you could carry me.

[temtsel.livejournal.com]

Ah, pardon me - do you need help?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Yeah, help would be fantastic.

[temtsel.livejournal.com]

Should I, um, carry you? [Awkward.]

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Yeah, doll, would you mind? I'll buy you a drink or something to make up for it.

[sainthoward.livejournal.com]

[Oh. You. Howard slows his car considerably, then stops, having lost the internal debate to leave the flirty girl in the snow. He gets out with a sigh.]

And that's why heels are evil. Are you alright?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Evil, but part of my work's dress code.

[She tries to smile and nod, but it's mostly unconvincing.] Yeah, peachy. Howard, isn't it?

[sainthoward.livejournal.com]

Dress codes are made to be broken.

Yes, it's Howard. You flirted with me, though I have a feeling that doesn't narrow it down by much. [Sigh. Then, because he has to ask,] Are you alright?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Yeah, don't take it personally, baby. [She winks, then sighs at the question.]

I had a shitty day, is all.