kiss kiss fall in love! (scrooge x magica)

[lifesa_witch]

 Being rich had its disadvantageous. The people one had to associate with, for instance - as lonely as she was, Magica seemed to only attract insipid airheads. Wasn't there anyone else with that kind of cash that had working brain cells? But if she wanted company, and she desperately did, that meant coming along to the most ridiculous places...

Like this. This was almost an insult. Spending her money to buy booze so pretty boys would fake flirt with them? How pathetic could you get? Magica wondered if their "suggestion" of coming here was really a dig at her being single. She chose to be single, thank you! But unfortunately that choosing also meant she was woefully inexperienced with the opposite sex. Oh sure, she had plenty of men try to woo her hand to get a hold of her millions, but they were easy to get rid of.

In a bit of spite, Magica had dressed a bit more... well, she normally dressed gloomily anyway, but this was a hint more than usual. A long black dress that didn't flatter her figure, black nails, black eyeshadow, all against her pale feathers, the combination of which made her look like an old-fashioned vampire femme fatale from a very poorly-directed movie. So if any desperate employee did try to make a buck off her, he'd be the butt of a joke with his fellow flirts.

Once inside, her so-called friends instantly abandoned her, flitting to boys of their choosing and giggling like insipid school-children. Magica sighed, finding the closest seat, wondering how long she had to stay before she could reasonably excuse herself.

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[richestduck]

Scrooge blinked for a moment, confused. Then his cheeks turned bright red as he realized how she might've misinterpreted what he said.

"That's not what I meant!" he blurted out, embarrassed.

[lifesa_witch]

Well now! Here she thought "professionals" like him couldn't get flustered! It caused her to laugh loudly, one hand over her mouth, enjoying his expression.

"The look on your face is worth the price of this bottle!"

[richestduck]

He glowered at her, not sulked.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

[lifesa_witch]

"I thought my enjoyment was your business." Magica cackled, loving his absolutely-sulking face just as much.

[richestduck]

Scrooge glanced around for a moment before sticking his tongue out at her. Very mature. So suave.

[lifesa_witch]

She turned away, lest she laugh even harder. He looked like a little boy! "Does management let you get away with such rude treatment?"

[richestduck]

"Most of my clients have the decency to swoon and fawn over me," he said mockingly, a boyish smirk on his face. "You're the first I've had who decided to push back. How dare you."

[lifesa_witch]

"Maybe your charm is wearing off." She combated with a smirk. "That can't last forever."

[richestduck]

"Oh I know my job's got a built-in time limit on it. Once I stop being a favorite, I'll get turned out for someone else," he said. "By that point, I'm hoping to have something more stable lined up."

[lifesa_witch]

"And what does the great man wish to do, once women stop fawning over his every movement?"

[richestduck]

"Possibly starting my own business. Opening a bookshop always sounded calming, but with everything going digital nowadays, not really a stable form of income on that side either."

[lifesa_witch]

"Not stable, true." With her water gone, Magica took back the original drink. "But that's where you have to get creative. People do want to go outside, you have to give them a reason to do what they can't at home."

[richestduck]

Scrooge nodded. "So that's where I'm at: Trying to come up with a good or service that will work on that front. Also keeping an eye on the want ads."

[lifesa_witch]

"I trust you haven't told anyone else." She glanced across the room. "Otherwise they'd be sobbing and begging you not to go."

[richestduck]

"The manager knows that I'm looking at planning for my inevitable 'retirement'," Scrooge said with a shrug. "She seems fine with it."

Probably because she knew he was going to be a favorite for ages...

[lifesa_witch]

"Of course she is now. You don't have a concrete plan yet, and there's no chance of it happening anytime soon." She gestured around them. "Why should she think she's ever losing the golden goose?"

[richestduck]

"Most of her hosts have a shelf life of two years," he pointed out. "If it's not that their clientele dries up, it's that their livers can't take it anymore."

[lifesa_witch]

"And how long have you been here?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

[richestduck]

"Three months," he said.

He'd made a lot of money in three months. True, he had trouble looking his parents in the eye because of his father's disapproval, but he could support the family with this job. All the more reason to find something more stable so it wasn't a temporary thing.

[lifesa_witch]

So he had every right to his naivety, and far be it for her to tell him otherwise. He'd learn on his own.

"... Still, getting this popular in three months is impressive."

[richestduck]

He shrugged. "I'm a novelty, I suppose. I'm not like the other hosts here who pretty much grew up in the wealthy lifestyle."

[lifesa_witch]

"Do I really have to bring up the fact that you're handsome, or are you going to fight me again on that?"

[richestduck]

"I'll admit I inherited a nice set of genes," he said with a smirk. "But a pretty face is a dime a dozen."

[lifesa_witch]

"And yours is worth more than a dollar." She drank. "I bet you could insult these women to their faces and they'd giggle and coo for more."

[richestduck]

"Oh I doubt that very much. They pay me to flatter them and make a fuss of them. You seem to be the only one who'd pay to have me insult them," he teased.