[IC STORY] CLOTHES SHOPPING SUCKS
THURSDAY, 10 DECEMBER 2015
-Two Days Ago-
If that bloody woman sticks me with that damn needle one more time I’m going to shove it in her eye.
Nefzen’s thoughts turned murderious while the young seamstress busied herself about the tiny Miqote pinning seams here and there. Of course it didn’t help that Nef was being far from still. Every instinct she had was screaming for her to run far, far away. Even when she was a child she hated being sized for clothes.  She felt trapped.
Why the blazes am I doing this again?
She asked herself, far from the first time and likely not the last.
Oh, yeah. It’s for a job.
With that thought she ground her teeth to dust and waited for the fussy woman to be done.
-Today-
The weight of the pouch of gil that Nefzen handed over to the tailor’s assistant was almost enough to make her cry. It was enough to buy a month’s worth… well let’s be realistic, a week’s worth of booze. Why anyone would pay this much just for a set of clothing they might only wear once was enough to make her want to drown her confusion in a Drunken Moogle special. It was all she could do to grin at the poor sop taking her money before tucking her pack of new clothing under her arm and make a run for the nearest bar.
If I ever go clothes shopping again it will be too soon!
The lead they had to the stolen shipment had better pan out because she didn’t want to have to suffer through a stuffy ball all night with nothing to show for it. Nymeia was far too fickle to let this bloody thing actually be fun. There wasn’t even free booze! But a job was a job and a stolen shipment of explosives was nothing to turn her back on.
Before walking into the bar Nefzen glanced up at the sky. Hours still left to go. Plenty of time to stock up her reserves before the Black and White Ball started. She wanted to be sure her flask was filled and tucked away in her new boot before heading to the Ul'dah Chamber of Rule.
((OOC Note)) Posted Dec 10, 2015
THURSDAY, 10 DECEMBER 2015
-Two Days Ago-
If that bloody woman sticks me with that damn needle one more time I’m going to shove it in her eye.
Nefzen’s thoughts turned murderious while the young seamstress busied herself about the tiny Miqote pinning seams here and there. Of course it didn’t help that Nef was being far from still. Every instinct she had was screaming for her to run far, far away. Even when she was a child she hated being sized for clothes.  She felt trapped.
Why the blazes am I doing this again?
She asked herself, far from the first time and likely not the last.
Oh, yeah. It’s for a job.
With that thought she ground her teeth to dust and waited for the fussy woman to be done.
-Today-
The weight of the pouch of gil that Nefzen handed over to the tailor’s assistant was almost enough to make her cry. It was enough to buy a month’s worth… well let’s be realistic, a week’s worth of booze. Why anyone would pay this much just for a set of clothing they might only wear once was enough to make her want to drown her confusion in a Drunken Moogle special. It was all she could do to grin at the poor sop taking her money before tucking her pack of new clothing under her arm and make a run for the nearest bar.
If I ever go clothes shopping again it will be too soon!
The lead they had to the stolen shipment had better pan out because she didn’t want to have to suffer through a stuffy ball all night with nothing to show for it. Nymeia was far too fickle to let this bloody thing actually be fun. There wasn’t even free booze! But a job was a job and a stolen shipment of explosives was nothing to turn her back on.
Before walking into the bar Nefzen glanced up at the sky. Hours still left to go. Plenty of time to stock up her reserves before the Black and White Ball started. She wanted to be sure her flask was filled and tucked away in her new boot before heading to the Ul'dah Chamber of Rule.
((OOC Note)) Posted Dec 10, 2015
