When Fashion Goes Bad

The fashion designer was a great drunk. She didn't drink very often. But when she did it was spectacular. She wasn't like a lot of the others, getting plastered and vomiting down herself. She was just always really really happy. And then she went to sleep. She once went to sleep behind a speaker in the pub in between the breaks in the Domino's last ever set, when they started up again she woke up and did loads of dancing. She is a great dancer, she has such an individual sense of rhythm. 

The fashion designer changed a lot while in Meribel, a completely different side of her appeared after only a couple of weeks. I think it was brought on by a sudden need to stand up for herself. Out came a very independent, go getting attitude. She changed from being a very conservative, modest, border line virginal women over night. 

Nothing sums this up more in my mind that her activities one breakfast towards the end of season. The head chef had made a sudden and very unwelcome clamp down on staff eating the left over guest hot breakfast. Over night it became banned. Now the kitchen boys knew this was rather unfair, as he was only doing it to be a dick and generally unpleasant in all ways.  Now the fashion designer developed a craving that morning. A craving for fried eggs. Achieving that fried egg seemingly became all she could think about and talk about. 'I just really fancy a fried egg' she said to me repeatedly. 

'Go ask chef or LiF for one then' I replied repeatedly. 

'How can I persuade them?' 

Absently mindedly, because I really was trying to concentrate on taking the guests' dinner orders, and she could be very distracting when she was moaning about something , I said 'offer to show them your boobs'.

She laughed and told me not to be silly and I went off to chaise some guests round the restaurant until they told me if they wanted pork or white fish for dinner. 

Twenty minutes later the two of us were stood in the area between the kitchen and the restaurant when LiF came out of the kitchen to get a mug for his coffee, without even blinking, without even thinking about it, she turned to him and said,

'If I show you my boobs, will you make me a fried egg?'

LiF almost dropped his mug in shock.

'Errr yeah...I will do anything for boobs' he stuttered back, unable to understand exactly what was happening to him, trying to work out if she was a) trying to trick him in some way or b) the chances of actually seeing breasts if he did make the fried egg. 

'Good because I really want an egg' she smiled and walked off. 

A second later he turned to me,'Do you want a fried egg too'? 

'Not if it means showing you my boobs sweetheart' I replied. 

A few minutes later there was a fried egg sat on the counter. The fashion designer took it. She didn't show him her boobs. I hope he isn't too disappointed. They are good boobs though, she showed them to me often, and I didn't have to provide her with any egg based products.