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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 29, 2011 12:50:14 GMT -5
Scrutinizing the wine Selina points out, Pamela glances at it and nods, "I see that I'm not the only one with good taste." A little flattery can get you anywhere, after all.
At the offer there's a pause as Pamela considers. While she has had trouble with people breaking in, it was Nightwing and she's guessing some humble security system wouldn't be enough to defeat him. But other than him, she's had no trouble. Sure she's rich, but she has a mundane security system installed in the mansion and she's not known to horde anything of value. Except for many of her plants, but few people recognize them as such. Then again, perhaps it could use an upgrade anyway, just in case.
"Hmm, I'll have to think about that," she answers truthfully, too on the fence to decide right now. She's a bit of a private person, at least when it comes to people taking a really good look at her house. Not that she leaves any evidence of her criminal activities laying around, but someone as people-hating as her has her private spaces - even though she's also known to throw parties every once in awhile.
Thinking of parties, she adds, "And it might be hard for me to fit it into my schedule - we're in the middle of the social season so I've been busy." She's been invited to all of the parties lately, it seems. She may have had a few hiccups to her reputation recently, but at the moment it's at an all-time high thanks to her perfume. And though those parties aren't held during the day, between how late she stays up, how long she sleeps in, and the time spent making perfume, the amount of free time she left over is at a premium at the moment. This is the first time she's been out shopping in far too long, but with perfume to be distributed and men to talk out of their money she's had to make sacrifices.
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Post by selinakyle on Jul 5, 2011 3:05:57 GMT -5
Selina nodded thoughtfully, a wink to the other woman. "Well, Pamela, you wouldn't be shopping where you were asking for a better colour in that shoe for you to not have great taste. And just between you and me, you look stunning in that dress." It was a true compliment. Selina doled out the compliments when they were truly due, and the redhead did look fantastic in the dress.
At the mention of the party season, she swore lowly. "That slipped my mind. I have a benefit I'm attending in two days, and I don't want to wear something, last season, you know?" Glancing down at her hands for a moment, Selina is feigning panic. Maybe Pamela could suggest would suggest something. "At least I have that perfume. Would you mind if I sent anyone your way that asked questions?"
Looking back up at the redhead, Selina wistfully smiled, hoping this brief mistep would garner her a bit of ...something. Reaching her hand to gently touch the woman's wrist, she nodded. "And no rush on the consult. You have my card, just give me a call." Withdrawing her hand, almost feline-esque she raised her hand to catch the attention of their waiter.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jul 6, 2011 0:39:08 GMT -5
If anything, it's the other woman's constant compliments that make her tolerable to Pamela. One of her many faults is vanity, after all, so it's difficult to go wrong with them, and the broad grin that crosses Pamela's face at the words indicates as much. And it's all true, of course; since leaving the hospital after her little run-in with Dr. Woodrue, Pamela has become one of the choosiest shoppers in all of Gotham. And if she doesn't like it, she won't buy it, and if she does then she'll pay a small fortune for it. Perhaps she should get a better security system to protect her wardrobe...
"Nordstrom is getting in some new Versace tomorrow morning..." Pamela says instantly in response to Selina's problem. How does she know these things? How does she not! Given that she most easily makes friends with other high-class fashionistas, she's always one of the first to know these things. And when that doesn't work, she's the world's expert on getting men wrapped around her little finger and telling her things whether they're supposed to or not. "And if anyone asks about the perfume, feel free to send them my way. Seems like I always have extra," she says with a smirk. That's completely intentional on her part - she always just so happens to have a spare bottle whenever someone wants some.
When the card is mentioned, Pamela simply smiles and nods. But she follows Selina's gaze when she summons the waiter, her smile broadening just slightly at the man. Perhaps now would be a good time to use her unique powers of persuasion, just for the fun of it. With Selina wearing her perfume too, it should be easy. "Waiter - can you explain what this is?" she asks, jabbing at the menu with her finger and forcing the man to come closer in order to see what she's pointing at.
When he comes within arms length a mildly dazed look crosses his face for a moment before he replies, "Oh, the Chocolate Sin? It's a Belgian chocolate mouse cake with a chocolate glaze icing and walnuts."
"Oh, well, never mind then - it seems a bit much," she says, as if quickly waving off the idea. But, given how many times she's done this, more likely than not they'll both be offered a piece 'on the house' before they go. Instead her attention shifts back to what they came here for. "We'd like to try some of this," she says, pointing at the menu again as the somewhat distracted waiter lingers near her, before looking back at Selina and asking, "Do we want anything to go with our wine?"
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Post by selinakyle on Jul 6, 2011 1:15:52 GMT -5
Pamela was something. It was like...she just had to wave men over and they were entranced. Which was odd, considering the woman's almost...distant way of speaking. But still, Selina's eyes lit up at the mention of new clothing. "That sounds perfect. You'll just have to make sure we don't end up wearing the same frock, considering it sounds like we are both going to be at these functions..." She laughed, cheeks flushing lightly as she waited for the waiter to approach them.
As the cake was described, her own nose wrinkled up. That did sound rich. Too rich. Biting her lower lip, she watched the man practically drool over Pamela. Damn. Blinking as she was asked a question, her own finger pointed to a few things on the menu. "Their olive and cheese tray is always fantastic. As is the bruchetta....Possibly..." Selina glanced at the waiter's nameplate,"...Bobby can tell us about those?"
Looking at Pamela again, she smirked. This was almost as good as toying with men with her friends back in France.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jul 8, 2011 1:53:01 GMT -5
Pamela never really did learn the fine art of actually being personable. When she was young she was actually extremely shy and distant - right up until the point when Dr. Woodrue attacked her, actually. Then she turned over a new leaf and became the outgoing, arrogant socialite that everyone is falling for. And she developed her pheromones so that she could get friends and boyfriends without actually putting forth the effort to pretend to care about them. So no, not personable.
At the comment about wearing the same thing, Pamela smirks and says, "If it's green, it's mine. If it isn't - she who spots it first..." While Pamela does wear other colors, it's green that best contrasts with her hair and brings out her eyes. And while she's sure that Selina looks nice in green, Pamela looks stunning in it. So, better to mark her turf now.
Pamela considers her options as Selina asks the waiter about the bruchetta, seeming to ignore the extra attention he's giving her. But though her pheromones do overpower the immediate effect of her perfume, what Selina's wearing is enough to make it impossible for the poor waiter to miss paying her a bit of attention too. "Ah, yes, the bruchetta," he says, pulling his attention away from Pamela, "We have it al Pomodoro, which is topped with tomato, onions, and pesto genovese, and Avocato e Pollo, which has cherry tomatoes, chicken, and avocado."
Hearing that, Pamela comments, "Hmm, I should have mentioned; I eat vegetarian." Actually, since her transformation she's found that if strays too far from a vegan diet then she starts to feel ill. But since it's a matter of health and not philosophy and there's a little wiggle room, she'll stray for things like chocolate cake. Cheese and chicken on the other hand? No. But fortunately the waiter's attention immediately goes back to Pamela and he suggests, "Perhaps the lady would like to try the grilled portobello? It comes with mirepoix cream and caramelized squash hash." Pamela's eyebrows lift in interest and she simply says, "Sold."
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Post by selinakyle on Jul 15, 2011 20:57:18 GMT -5
"If you keep your paws off the purple, I'll shy away from the green." She adds after the waiter has done his schpiel, holding up two fingers to
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