"Oop-" A clatterish crash of dishes would follow after a slip of tongue from the maid which worked at the company's convention headquarters. Giselle and another butler would be on top of one another, surrounded by a sea of broken glass from the pyramid of wine bottles that the former had been carrying to go with the decor a little ways away from the running chocolate fountain. On top of him would be a comically large pile of cake frosting that was once in the process of being transported into the kitchen before it had been so rudely interrupted.The brown color mashed almost well enough to hide the bald spot on the back of his steaming head.
"Giselle! This is the seventh time this week!" the man nearly yelled at the top of his voice while Giselle would help herself to her feet. Of course, the difference in balance between them was...more than noticeable. Giselle likely would have been terrified, shaking in her heels while begging the man for another chance at proving her worth to the company had it not been for that demon in her having thrown that rubbish away long ago. At her scolding, Giselle seemed a bit rather uncaring if anything. Her mind was more focused on trying one of those eclairs that Daymond from the kitchen was trying to put and carry on a plate across the way. Of course, she did really need the money and did her best to feign an appearance of guilt. "My apologies, Monsieur Blacke. You cut me off at ze blind spot again. Ai promise it wo-" she was cut off by the man's finger forcing its way to her lips as a look of confusion was painted on those pristine, unaging cheeks of hers. The man in question, a short haired, auburn individual would rise to his feet himself while the buxom maid in front of her reached up to wipe away some chocolate frosting by his forehead. The movement was slow and calculated, with Giselle bringing her frosting stained finger back to her head while tasting the mixture with her sickly lavender shaded tongue. A few rolls of her tongue...and then she offered a toothy grin. "Mmm~" The french woman chuckled to herself while the enraged Mr. Blacke could only seethe in rage while the employee would simply grin at his misfortune. "Bitter...but delicious nonetheless~"
Before a swing could be made, the manager would scurry out of the kitchen and get things back on track. He got two available and willing volunteers while he brought the two troublemakers back into a private area near the back entrance for staff. "I can't take it any longer!" Mr. Black said, his face now free of excess frosting much to Giselle's dismay. "Every week, there's at least one accident. First, the lights, then the stares from customers, and then the "incident." The woman in question would furrow her brows, as if she had been done a great disservice. In her defense, the bust made it incredibly hard to keep track of balance of both herself and whatever she might be carrying or holding. Her lips curled into a pout. "Ai didn't see anything in ze rules about buying cakes after a shift for consumption. Especially the one that you were saving." Another glare from the man before he continued. "This is completely unacceptable. We've had this talk three times now and still, this problem continues! If you don't pull her immediately I'll.." And so, Giselle's interest waned. The manager here was a real softie. A malleable little man whom she could just sweet talk into letting her stay. She simply waited and bided her time. She leaned back in her seat and put on the sweetest face that she could and waited. It was perfect, no amount of screaming could possibly get her-
"FIRED?!" Giselle said in surprise, now standing outside of the company building after being escorted to the entrance. She stood outside, still in uniform but with her pin resting in the hands of the sorrowful manager, who offered her a show of sympathy. "I can't do anything about this, Giselle. My hands are tied. This tends to happen when you keep taunting the owner's son ruthlessly for days and days on end." The maid was still pouting in that high and might rich princess act that she was almost always in, but would break the facade now that a duty of servitude was seemingly coming to an end. "B-But zis isn't fair! He came out of the cubby where you can't see who's coméng! I'll...I'll work for free, oui? Just...I don't 'ave any where to go. Please give me un mairé chance!" The woman dropped to her knees and was begging at this point. The manager tried to pull himself away but was too slow. Giselle's hands had wrapped around his waist. "I...told you before. We can't keep doing this every time you want to torment him. I know he's an asshole, but he works hard and is worried about the event." A pregnant pause while Giselle would allow him to pry herself off of his body.
"Look, I'll put in word with my contacts and maybe it'll pan out. Thank you for your service here and we wish you luck in future endeavors. I have to get back in there and prepare for our guests..."
He left her as the door would close with a soft thud. Giselle stood outside, shocked at the sudden place of unemployment she had found herself in. She stood motionless for a few moments more until her stocking clad legs would mercifully take her across the way and down the steps leading up to the building. There went her meal ticket and home ever since her father's estate had finally been put up for sale. A bench lied nearby as she came to rest on it with a sullen face. No tears came out, not like they could anyway. No, she simply pouted at the man who had robbed her of a job and bed. It was taking everything she had to not just go back and tear this damned collar off and drain him of every last ounce of magic in his veins until he was nothing but the husk that belonged to a wealthy father. Even that part of her brain was egging her on. So maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. She hadn't taste that sweet nectar for quite some time now... While her mind sawed away at whether or not she should take a meal for the road, Giselle's head would be down and her uniform out and clear.
WC: 1,114
TWC: 1,114
@Sanguine
"Giselle! This is the seventh time this week!" the man nearly yelled at the top of his voice while Giselle would help herself to her feet. Of course, the difference in balance between them was...more than noticeable. Giselle likely would have been terrified, shaking in her heels while begging the man for another chance at proving her worth to the company had it not been for that demon in her having thrown that rubbish away long ago. At her scolding, Giselle seemed a bit rather uncaring if anything. Her mind was more focused on trying one of those eclairs that Daymond from the kitchen was trying to put and carry on a plate across the way. Of course, she did really need the money and did her best to feign an appearance of guilt. "My apologies, Monsieur Blacke. You cut me off at ze blind spot again. Ai promise it wo-" she was cut off by the man's finger forcing its way to her lips as a look of confusion was painted on those pristine, unaging cheeks of hers. The man in question, a short haired, auburn individual would rise to his feet himself while the buxom maid in front of her reached up to wipe away some chocolate frosting by his forehead. The movement was slow and calculated, with Giselle bringing her frosting stained finger back to her head while tasting the mixture with her sickly lavender shaded tongue. A few rolls of her tongue...and then she offered a toothy grin. "Mmm~" The french woman chuckled to herself while the enraged Mr. Blacke could only seethe in rage while the employee would simply grin at his misfortune. "Bitter...but delicious nonetheless~"
Before a swing could be made, the manager would scurry out of the kitchen and get things back on track. He got two available and willing volunteers while he brought the two troublemakers back into a private area near the back entrance for staff. "I can't take it any longer!" Mr. Black said, his face now free of excess frosting much to Giselle's dismay. "Every week, there's at least one accident. First, the lights, then the stares from customers, and then the "incident." The woman in question would furrow her brows, as if she had been done a great disservice. In her defense, the bust made it incredibly hard to keep track of balance of both herself and whatever she might be carrying or holding. Her lips curled into a pout. "Ai didn't see anything in ze rules about buying cakes after a shift for consumption. Especially the one that you were saving." Another glare from the man before he continued. "This is completely unacceptable. We've had this talk three times now and still, this problem continues! If you don't pull her immediately I'll.." And so, Giselle's interest waned. The manager here was a real softie. A malleable little man whom she could just sweet talk into letting her stay. She simply waited and bided her time. She leaned back in her seat and put on the sweetest face that she could and waited. It was perfect, no amount of screaming could possibly get her-
"FIRED?!" Giselle said in surprise, now standing outside of the company building after being escorted to the entrance. She stood outside, still in uniform but with her pin resting in the hands of the sorrowful manager, who offered her a show of sympathy. "I can't do anything about this, Giselle. My hands are tied. This tends to happen when you keep taunting the owner's son ruthlessly for days and days on end." The maid was still pouting in that high and might rich princess act that she was almost always in, but would break the facade now that a duty of servitude was seemingly coming to an end. "B-But zis isn't fair! He came out of the cubby where you can't see who's coméng! I'll...I'll work for free, oui? Just...I don't 'ave any where to go. Please give me un mairé chance!" The woman dropped to her knees and was begging at this point. The manager tried to pull himself away but was too slow. Giselle's hands had wrapped around his waist. "I...told you before. We can't keep doing this every time you want to torment him. I know he's an asshole, but he works hard and is worried about the event." A pregnant pause while Giselle would allow him to pry herself off of his body.
"Look, I'll put in word with my contacts and maybe it'll pan out. Thank you for your service here and we wish you luck in future endeavors. I have to get back in there and prepare for our guests..."
He left her as the door would close with a soft thud. Giselle stood outside, shocked at the sudden place of unemployment she had found herself in. She stood motionless for a few moments more until her stocking clad legs would mercifully take her across the way and down the steps leading up to the building. There went her meal ticket and home ever since her father's estate had finally been put up for sale. A bench lied nearby as she came to rest on it with a sullen face. No tears came out, not like they could anyway. No, she simply pouted at the man who had robbed her of a job and bed. It was taking everything she had to not just go back and tear this damned collar off and drain him of every last ounce of magic in his veins until he was nothing but the husk that belonged to a wealthy father. Even that part of her brain was egging her on. So maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. She hadn't taste that sweet nectar for quite some time now... While her mind sawed away at whether or not she should take a meal for the road, Giselle's head would be down and her uniform out and clear.
WC: 1,114
TWC: 1,114
@Sanguine
