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Would this Miss Knoll be won over with just a few carefully placed smiles and charming words? Eddie had a feeling it wouldn't be as simple as that.. especially given James's response. Lighten the mood a bit? That statement could be taken in two ways. That, 1, a bit of attention would cheer the woman up, or, 2, she wouldn't be a happy chappy which would probably amuse this kid. Well... Eddie would just have to wait and see what she was like first, eh?
Hormonal women? Didn't sound all that great... but James was smiling, his tone jovial, so Eddie smiled. “It's probably stress, James. Do you lot get oyt much? Dat pub along the road looks invitin'” Full of kids right now nursing butterbeer but that would change in the next few days and Diagon Alley would be bearable again.
He smirked a little. Bloke was amusing. “Probably because you lot harass the poor celebs somethin' ahwful. I know. I used ter do the same ting.” You got accused off all sorts trying to get that perfect shot.. and bodily damage was a given.
He didn't look like a photographer? He looked down at his attire, deciding to take that as a compliment because, lets face it, he looked damn good. “It's usually jeans an' a t-shirt for me, but as it's me first day.. I wanted ter try an' make an impression.” And he was management now, he couldn't go around looking like some hobo tramp.
Ah now.. a man after his own heart. But he had to agree that models were boring as hell.. and most of them were far too skinny and ill looking for Eddie's tastes. But as a tabloid photographer, it did get you into the right places and you had to at least pretend to be charmed by them and interested and hang onto their every word. “Isn't that more gossip column material dough?” He asked puzzled. “My idea av news is reporting on politics, natural disasters, wars.” You know, the interesting stuff that allowed you to travel.
Sunshine – it was very Irish. “It's jist an Oirish term.” He replied. No offence was intended. Culture clash – was that even possible with a country so close to your own?
“Tanks.” He patted the the fella on the back and followed him through to the main area of the offices...
It all looked very bland. Nowt special at all...
He seemed to calculate James' response and he smirked. Sienna was perfectly nice. It was the 'other' women of the office. Namely one Lyric that is so utterly scary. Parker liked women who you could converse with, not ones that threatened to render you a vegetable and poured hot coffee on your freshly laundered clothes.
He laughed.
"Probably. I mean, they're all so highly strung.." Man.. if they were all single and blonde he wouldn't have a problem. But no. Pft. Monogamy. What WAS that?
Harass? Most of the time he steered clear of them, but then they came and offered you wedding photo's and an exclusive. It was pathetic. Still, the cash was good.
James had almost started to like this guy. He was a suit guy. Suits were obviously the best kind of clothing there was. Because heh. He wore a suit.
"Teeshirts are nice.." *cue collar tug* Eh. Not.
Oh.. gossip columns. The bane of James' life.
"I was one. For five bloody long years." What a way to waste his life. News section of the Prophet wasn't too bad - despite how much James complained. He got to write about whatever he wanted.
"At the Prophet yeah.. but that's not always where I've been." What about this guy? Photographer from nowhere.
"What were you doing for this place?" It
sounded like he'd been in tabloid photography. Ergh. James actually felt sorry for him.
The accent was growing on him too. It still look a little more thought to try and figure out what he was saying, but all in good time.
"Yeah.. I reckon you should.. keep the 'sunshine' to the ladies. Wouldn't want people thinking.." You know what? Best not to tell one of the people higher than you THAT on their first day. Ahem.
Tanks?
"So-" OH. Thanks. He frowned slightly as he pet him. The irish were overly touchy feely. James cast him a smile and looked around at the dull colour scheme.
"And welcome to the foyer. The creams and beiges are meant to dull your brain function so you can't even contemplate quitting." Ha.
"The trashy magazines are meant to inspire you to write better, but end up depressing you even more by their utter rubbish syntax and.. don't sit down - anywhere. These chairs are older than y-.." You? Was that he was going to say? Erm..
"*cough* Sorry.. they're very old," He corrected and averted his eyes. Bad James.
*giggle*