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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"Okay," she grins. "I'll have to start up my own inventory for you then..."
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"Oh! Add funny to my list please."
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"Nice smile, cute, and a nice butt, Iris you minx," she taps her head with a smile.
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Iris shakes her head, flushing. She's not normally so forward about what she wants and it's killing her. "Stooop. I just like nice looking men, okay."
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"Who doesn't, girl, own up to it. If you see someone you like the appearance of, let me know, alright? It'll give me an idea of if you have a type or not."
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"I can't tell you that!" Iris can feel herself blush. "That's embarrassing!"
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"How is it embarrassing? They won't know, it's just me."
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