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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 19, 2013 19:32:39 GMT -5
Opal shoved more equipment into the dufflebag in front of her, frown on her face. She could hear some interns down the hall call out "Hey, Ron-nay!", the call announcing the manager's approach. She rolled her eyes and adjusted her glasses.
He finally came to the entrance, giving a light knock on the door frame, about to ask if everything was ready for loading into the van. The intern over in the other work area, feet propped up on the desk, pulled his headphones down as he saw the manager approach.
"Ron-nay!" He squealed. "Sup ma-"
"SILENCE." Opal said, pinching her fingers together to illustrate the action to her burn-out co-worker. She looked at Ron Anderson. "I'm not going. Take Toast." She threw the party itinerary at the intern.
"SWEET, I'll totally go!" He said, squinting at the paper. "...what's a 'yacht partay'? That's a funny word... 'yacht'." He was clearly mispronouncing it.
"If you make me go, I'm shoving this company pen in my eye and into my brain." She stated matter of factly. "Don't remove it before the funeral home sees it... so they know who to call for mood music." She clicked on the pen, threateningly.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 19, 2013 19:57:54 GMT -5
"Oh Opal its not that bad and I want you to come." He came closer telling the other intern to go get something from the back room.
"You know your my best are you really going to make me take him? He can't even say yacht he wont be very impressive. I might throw him overboard myself save us both from that wont you?" He watched her for a few minutes.
"I'll give you that shift you want this week at night so you can mix and not be bothered?" Well when she wouldn't budge why not try bribery.
"Yes I do realize I am bribing you." He smiled at her hoping she would agree.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 19, 2013 20:05:29 GMT -5
Opal bit the inside of her cheek. The bribe had appeal. She didn't like to be bothered when in the mixing room...or by people... at all.
"And all I have to do is go to this stupid party?" With LOTS of people... but what is three hours compared to a whole month worth of solitary hours. She clicked the pen again and put it down. "Fine. Damn you, Ron." She snatched the paper back from Toast.
"Stuff is ready for loading... I'll change when I get there." She picked up two large cases and started towards the door.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 19, 2013 20:22:03 GMT -5
"It's just a party Opal its not the end of the world." He tried but she was already heading to the van.
She had to be the most antisocial person he'd ever met still he liked her. He couldn't put his finger on one reason more like a lot of reasons that probably wouldn't make any sense to anyone but him. He followed her out to the van.
"Are you ready then?" He called to her.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 19, 2013 20:45:36 GMT -5
"Let's get this over with." She mumbled, loading up the last of the stuff he brought out. She climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door.
On the way there, she realized that the idea of changing in a foreign bathroom did not appeal to her at all... especially if it was going to be teeming with chatty, snobby, up-scales of society. It had taken her MONTHS to get used to the bathroom at the station and working out a way to take a bathroom break when NO ONE ELSE was in there.
Without a word, she unbuckled her seat belt and climbed between the two seats to get into the back. Opal reached for her back pack and took out the sheath dress that she had HOPED she could get out of wearing. She made eye contact with Ron through the rear view mirror.
"Your eyes on the road, or you die." She said flatly, she then began slipping off her T-shirt and sweatpants.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 19, 2013 21:10:05 GMT -5
"I wouldn't dream of looking I do value my life." He chuckled.
"You could have changed at the station you know... anyway I don't think this will be as bad as some of the parties we have done. They are pretty young the music should be good. I want you to play that track you mixed last night okay?" He called to her from the back.
"Becareful back there its hard to stand up." He slowed the van a bit so she wouldn't fall.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 19, 2013 21:22:45 GMT -5
Opal took his advice and laid on her back, shimmying the dress on with her legs in the air. "Amber was in the bathroom. Her poop splashes are nauseatingly distracting." She put an arm through an arm hole when a rather large sound box started skidding towards her, she held it at bay until they were at a stoplight. She shoved it back with her foot.
"Toast didn't secure the black box again..." She announced. "Fire him." She bated.
She came to her knees, the dress was on.. but the zipper was awkward. She huffed and then got in close towards Ron's seat. "I need your hand."
Confused, he put his hand up. She took it and guided it to her zipper. "Pull. EYES ON THE ROAD."
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 19, 2013 21:26:40 GMT -5
He laughed Opal would just say anything and he loved that about her. "Um well okay... No I can't fire Toast his parents give us a lot of funding we need it trust me." He told her.
He helped her zip up her dress. "Alright are you ready now we are almost there?"
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 19, 2013 21:41:20 GMT -5
Opal slid back into her seat, finger combing her hair to look more stylish, which wasn't hard to do with her short haircut, and placed a peacock feathered clip in her hair. She then worked on her dangle earrings.
"Sure." She answered. Unenthused. Her dress was was fairly conservative, save for a rather high-cut slits on either side of skirt portion. She reached back for her purple ankle boots and matching purple blazer with silver plaid design work; incredibly retro.
She saw him look over at the peacock feather in her hair, smiling. She huffed. "You SAID to be more... whimsey..." She didn't like the attention that her hair accessory was giving her. "It's stupid. I'm taking it off..."
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 19, 2013 21:44:54 GMT -5
"No don't I like it, it looks nice on you." He looked her over for a few moments the focused back on the road. "You look great." She looked amazing but he wasn't going to tell her that because she'd probably brush it off.
"Alright we are here Lets unload and then find the owner." He told her parking the van.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 19, 2013 22:12:07 GMT -5
Her hands fell away from the assault on her hair. Did he really mean that? It seemed like he did, but he said it so causally. As if he were talking about the weather.
She should say something back. He looked nice too. He always looked nice. And smelled nice. Did he use sculpting gel to get those waves of hair to lay perfectly against his head. Or was that all natural?
...Get a life, Opal. Wondering about Wavy hair... when they were pulling into an over crowded parking lot. Her nails dug into her other arm.
She followed his lead and unloaded the equipment. Just keep your head down, and don't make eye contact with ANYONE but Ron...
They were nearly finished setting up the DJ system when a tool with a polo shirt and sweater tied around his shoulders sauntered up to her.
"So... ever been in a yacht before?" He asked. Biting his lower lip, checking out the slits in her dress. "I could give a private tour when you have a free moment."
Opal swished her head to get some hair out of her eyes. "Ever slam your fingers in between a door frame and door until they snap off?" That shocked him out of his stupor. The guy looked at her like she was a disease and slinked away.
She glanced over at Ron. He had heard... She shrugged at him and continued setting up.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 19, 2013 22:18:44 GMT -5
Ron chuckled quietly. "That may not be the best way to start the party Opal." He chided her but smiled so she knew he was joking.
"Alright it will be okay, just stick with me you will be fine. And no I wont make you go in and set up by yourself." He told her grabbing the two boxes from the back of the van.
"Come on lets get this over with." He smiled at her and gave her a wink.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 19, 2013 22:59:15 GMT -5
The two set up quietly, though quite a few people came up to Ron. The man got around... social butterfly. Why were all these people here THIS early anyway??? They came a full hour early to set up, thinking that no one would be getting in the way... and yet... the opposite was occurring.
They had the DJ stand all ready to go, she just had to wait for the host's introduction and the okay from Ron. She kind of zoned out while the host was going on and on about the yacht club and blah blah blah... So she looked at her manager instead. His arms were crossed, focused on what the speaker was saying... or at least he LOOKED like he gave a crap. Then he shifted his weight, tapping one foot against the other.
The corner of Opal's mouth went up. Did Ron realize that he did that every so often? The first time she saw it, she thought he was weird... but now... it just seemed unnatural for him to stand stoic for long periods of time without doing it...
His blue eyes finally met hers. He gave the nod.
Opal closed her eyes, bobbing her head to music that wasn't even playing yet... she put the disc on, a mic picking up as it hit the table. It sounded like a loud thud, heads turned thinking that something was wrong... but Opal slowly introduced a throbbing beat that built and built... and then she released the disc she had dropped abruptly; the melody erupted out in harmony with the beat, becoming one. She adjusted levels on the mixer throughout the song, holding her headphones to her ear as she cued.
The crowd seemed pretty happy... not that she cared. She was about making music she liked... she didn't care if nobody liked it.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 20, 2013 0:35:06 GMT -5
Ron watched her, she was really brilliant at mixing and she looked very pretty doing it. No not now Ron, your here to work. He smiled and waved at a few of the party goers.
The Yacht was ready to take off and everyone was screaming and yelling all excited. He made his way back over to Opal and flipped through a few cd's without a lot of interest. Sometimes he just wanted to be close to her.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 20, 2013 9:14:39 GMT -5
A couple of people bounced up, bobbing to the music. "Do you take requests?" One of them yelled over the sick beat.
"Like hell I will..." Opal mumbled.
"WHAT???" The girl shouted, not hearing the DJ.
Opal rolled her eyes, but gave a generic thumbs up with a stupid grin.
"Good, because I LOOOOOVE Brittany Spears!" The girl replied.
The young DJ had to keep from throwing up. She nodded her head, but as soon as they turned, her frown was back on her face. She glanced back at Ron, but saw that he was gone... pulled closer to the dock's edge by mister polo toolbag... along with a mister sweater vest, who Opal assumed could only be Toolbag's father. All three of them were in a heated discussion, when the father walked away, suddenly turning on his son with a sharp finger. He even pointed in Opal's direction too, before storming away.
Ron placed a hand on the young man's shoulder, trying to defuse the tension, which he was pretty good at, but the young man slapped his hand away, edging in closer... aggressively. He didn't like being made fool in front of his father... though he probably did it himself frequently.
And then the man started shoving at Ron. Opal almost missed a cue, but she recovered. Her eyes glanced back up at the disputing men.
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