Girls' Night [Sweet Princess Iris]
Kennedy's laid out several blankets and pillows on the distressed hard-wood floors of her top-floor apartment. It was a long day at work, but thankfully a productive one. Several customers came by to commission her after visiting her booth at the art festival, something she'll call a win. Now that there's a nice open space on the floor free of her canvases, paints, and as clean as it's been since she's moved in, Kennedy pops a big tub of Neopolitan ice cream into the freezer and sets a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice to chill. She picked up everything from the market on the way home.
"I hope Iris doesn't mind eating on the floor..." she worries, but furniture such as a dinning room table really seemed like a waste of money when she needed the space for her art. She shrugs, figuring her new friend will be so excited, she'll love absolutely everything. Laying a box full of jewelry-making supplies on the floor along with their stash of beads from the festival, she pulls out her notebook, quietly working up a quick sketch of the man Owen she met at her booth as she waits for Iris.

"I hope Iris doesn't mind eating on the floor..." she worries, but furniture such as a dinning room table really seemed like a waste of money when she needed the space for her art. She shrugs, figuring her new friend will be so excited, she'll love absolutely everything. Laying a box full of jewelry-making supplies on the floor along with their stash of beads from the festival, she pulls out her notebook, quietly working up a quick sketch of the man Owen she met at her booth as she waits for Iris.

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She taps a finger against her teeth, looking around the kitchen. "Where do you keep your plates? I'll get this plated up if you want to pour the wine?"
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Music to Kennedy's ears. She points Iris to a cabinet in the corner of the kitchen as she pulls two glasses from her wine cabinet, an old piece of furniture she revamped into something useful. "Did you have a busy day?" she asks as she pours the wine and carries the glasses to the blanketed place on the floor.
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She skips over to the cabinet, pulling out a couple plates and spooning up the pasta. Putting a couple pieces of garlic bread on each, she carries them over and lays one down for Kennedy before taking her own seat. "Not really. I was cooking all day," she explains, sipping at the wine. "How about you? You were sketching when I came in, I guess?" She gestures to the scattered pencils and charcoal sticks.
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She glances over at her pad, whispering a quick 'oops' before grabbing it and smoothing out the pages. "I forget myself sometimes. Gotta make everything Kennedy proof, aka it's gotta be able to handle some wear and tear." She passes the book over to Iris to glance through. "I sold some commissions today, actually! People who came by my booth actually came to the store."
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Iris nudges her plate out of the way, not wanting to mess up the sketchbook. She flips through the pictures with interest, pausing at the half finished portrait of Owen. "Hey! I know him... We talked at the ball. Owen, right?"
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"Mmhmm, that's him." She takes another sip of wine. "We met at the art festival. He's going to be my cheerleader."
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"He really is. And he's a teacher as well, so I guess he's just a super helpful guy?"
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"Dang, sounds like a good guy. I'm glad you'll have someone like Eli at school with you." She repositions, laying on her stomach as she shoves their trash aside. "What movies did you bring?"
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"Ummm..." She pulls them out, fiddling with her hair with her free hand. "I wasn't sure what good sleepover movies were so I asked the guy at the counter and he recommended some..." She spreads them out for Kennedy, showing her some fairly classic 'girl fun' movies like Mean Girls and Clueless.
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Kennedy excitedly grabs at Mean Girls. "Classic! Have you seen it before?" She gets up, pulling her TV, a small screen on a cabinet with wheels, over to their pallet of blankets. She pops the disc into her DVD player before sitting back by Iris' side.
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She shakes her head, curious. "I, uh... I've kind of never seen anything with a rating above PG. And even then, I missed out on a lot," she admits.
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