((Just a little drabble with my favorite girl. Figured I'd trot her out. Jolie's
a very passable transsexual woman, which means she was born a boy and is now for all intents and purposes(save the very last) a woman. Anyone's welcome.))
Cutting across campus always made Jolie feel about 10 years older than her actual 26. She wondered when 19 had started looking so young, and had no answers for herself. Every year the girl's tops get smaller and their breasts bigger
, she observed with a tiny smile. Not that she usually had any room to talk in the scantily-clad arena, but usually she wore her sexy clothes out to the bars. These kids seemed to walk around with their clothing all but falling off. Not that she was complaining about that in the slightest, some of the boys looked pretty hot with their pants all but sliding off. The girls too, if she were honest with herself. As she was watching a scratch game of Frisbee on the quad, a drop of moisture slid suddenly down her cheek. The rain that had been threatening all afternoon began without so much as a preamble.
"Ah shit," she grumbled. Not only was she wearing silk, she'd just had her hair done. Dupioni did not suffer water well, and her hair would be a positive hedge if it got wet. Spotting the largest building up ahead, she made for it. She remembered seeing students coming out of there with paper cups of coffee in their hands, there must be a coffee shop in there somewhere. If it would offer shelter from the rain and caffeine, that building couldn't be half bad. Now if only they wouldn't put her out for having Estella tucked under her arm. Gripping the poodle more firmly, she made a dash for it, along with a herd of other students. Some, she noticed had stayed where they were, and were either standing with upturned faces or dancing in it. "Crazy kids," she murmured with a small warm smile once she and the dog had reached the shelter of the awning on the union building.
She joined a fairly wide stream of humanity down the stairs and into the building, asking a tall lanky gentleman with a coffee cup where she could get one too. He responded with a sexy British accent and pointed her in the correct direction. With a smile, she thanked him kindly and felt his eyes on her as she walked away. It didn't bother her to be ogled, never had. Just for the hell of it, she made it a point to swish her hips just a little bit more as she walked away.
The coffee shop was right where he'd said it would be and she ordered herself a non-fat triple caramel mocha. The price made her eyes widen considerably, it was astronomically higher than the same drink would have been at another franchise of this same chain off-campus, but she figured the company had no real competition on campus and a captive audience, as it were. Sighing, she took her warm drink and went to find somewhere to go sit with it for awhile. After a few moment's searching, she found a conversation area with overstuffed armchairs and a fireplace, with students milling about, laughing and conversing. It was almost enough to make her wish she'd gone to college, which of course was ridiculous. She'd graduated from high school, but just barely, scraping in at #249 out of a 400 member graduating class. No college would ever give her the time of day. She snickered at the thought that the president himself would probably come down himself to escort her off campus if he'd known she'd infiltrated his student union, and found herself a place to sit, setting Estella on her lap.