Choking On Sapphires

26 Strange Desire (NSFW)

Alfie is sitting at the table, waiting for you to start dinner. He hears you and Claire speaking as you approach the dining room. He can't tell if you're angry until he see's your face but once he does he knows you are. He ducks his head down and starts to eat, avoiding the storm walking through the dining room.
(In french)

"First the fucking flowers and now the players cancel!" you say with a groan. Your attention is drawn to Alfie, eyes indifferent, mouth chewing and looking at you as he did so. "At least we don't have to worry about Solomons keeping his contract." you say with a sigh, tossing a newspaper away from you to an empty seat.

"I 'eard me name." he says with a mouthful of food.

"Yes you did." you say with a sigh. "You're the only damn thing that's going right in this whole party planning process, dear. Everything else is falling right the fuck apart on me at the last minute." you say with a slight whine to your voice.

"Yeah ya birthday..." he says nodding. "'Checked the inventory to cover ya order today personally." he says, a smug grin on his face as he took another bite.

"You're the only man keeping his word to me in all of fucking London right now Alfie." you praise with a sweet tone and laugh, finding that you're enjoying yourself for the first time today you can recall. This lovely thought and your pondering his handsome face are interrupted as Claire pushes another piece of paper towards you.

"There's more to finalize." she states and you sigh, turning your attention back to her.

(In French)
"Yes the food is finalized, that is all well good, but unless you want bare tables and silence I suggest we figure out who to go to for textiles and music. Otherwise your theme this year will be minimalism and not decadence." she adds in a low annoyed tone.

"I'm done for tonight Claire. I can't take this shit when I'm like this. I'm tired of being in a foul mood." you groan and roll your eyes.

"You get some mood swings and you're going to just give up on your birthday party you woke up after the one last year?" she says, her hands hitting her thighs after she angrily sets the stack of papers in her hand on the table.

"You're being as dramatic as I am, Claire. Let's just do it at breakfast. We're both in a shit mood and I'm too distracted to talk business anyway. My head is done with its persistent whirring in problem-solving and I'm ready to get back to my basic levels of function." you say with a tired expression.

"Base levels? That what you call it now? You made us take the long way home because of that beefy boob that washes his car, ya bitch in heat." she lets out an annoyed huff of a laugh but her eyes show a hint of amusement. "Out there in no shirt and his suspenders still on. I don't understand how your brain works sometimes. I just- How is that attractive?" she says shaking her hand at nothing.

You let out a low dumb laugh in response. "I can't help it, Claire Bear." you say in a lilted way, wrinkling your nose at her.

"Sure seems that way sometimes." she says, side-eyeing you with a smirk.

"I'm at that point, sweet heart, you know how I get," you say exasperated even with your own hormones. Knowing your monthly burden was getting closer, you could tell by how frustratingly horny you were. "All those damn men and their mouths in the negotiations this week." you groan loudly, looking up at the ceiling. "Then the bottom falling out of the party plans and it's all got my blood pumping so fast it's made me a damn mess." you say, resting your forehead on your arm on the table.

"Get ahold of yourself ya cow." Claire says, knocking your shoulder with her hand. "Why don't you just go fuck yourself?" she tries to say it seriously but it stutters slightly in a subdued laugh.