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[as_damaged]

❝You've reached Allison Cameron, please leave a message.❞

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[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]

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☞ somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

Business is business and pleasure is pleasure. This is pleasure. "You have anyone better to go to?" Cindy laughs. Really, call her cocky, but Cameron couldn't have a better teacher. "I have time. I can only sell but so many shoes before the boredom and the weight gain sets in. You learn how to take care of yourself and I drop a few pesky pounds."

Granted, Cindy has never been one of those princesses who spent most of their time in staring in the mirror worrying about excess body fat, most of all because she spent most of her life avoiding mirrors because of what was staring back at her, cinder dusted face and all. But out of shape is out of shape and even she has to admit that she's gotten lazy with the drought of missions here.

"I'm not going to go soft on you." That's more of a promise than a warning. Get the ice packs and bandages ready.

☞ somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie

[as_damaged]

She laughs a little. "I wouldn't expect it. Nothing worthwhile is easy." If there's an undeniable truth in Cameron's mind, that's it; conscious and subconscious. She wouldn't expect any less; at the least, she's in decent shape to begin with, if not as strong as she could be. Will be, she hopes.

"I'd like that, though." She smiles a little, turning to take up her glass, rolling the stem thoughtfully between her fingers.

☞ somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

"Well then. Tomorrow, five sharp, my place."

Yes, Cindy knows doctors don't exactly run on a nine to five schedule or even a set schedule to begin with but really in this place, who's going to die just because Cameron stepped away for a couple hours? That's right, no one. They'll be back to bitch and moan tomorrow.

"Be dressed to impress, doll," Cindy grins as she stands up and drops a couple of coins on the bartop on her way out. Dressing to impress is a choice of learning how to take a man's eye out with your fingernail either in heels or more normal workout footwear of sneakers left up to Cameron. Cindy, as always, will the the always fashionable shoe fiend she is dressed in red.

The blood blends in better that way.