Making it Up to Adrienne Part 1
Attorney Theo's client is a face from his past.
A/N. I do not own the Cosby Show or any of its characters. I do own (sort of) the character of Adrienne Walters, and I do own Adrienne's sister Irene, and various children and partners of the Huxtable kids.
Adrienne took extra care with her grooming and dress. She always took pains with her appearance, but tonight, even more so. Tonight was special. It was her first step toward achieving one of her heart's fondest desires, so she had to look just so.
Tingling and glowing with anticipation and excitement, Adrienne took a long, luxurious bubble bath, hit herself with some new perfume, and applied a tasteful makeup, including her favorite Nivea cherry lip pomade. She briefly considered wearing the glamorous gold caftan she wore at the photo shoot, but decided it was too fancy, so she selected a white tunic edged in gold and flowing white pants. Chunky gold bracelets, a matching necklace and earrings, and an elegant gold ponytail fastener. Gold ballet flats. Ready!
She looked at her reflection and opined that the young woman in the mirror was lovely. Another application of lip gloss, then she threw on her favorite multicolored satin scarf, swung her purse onto her shoulder and was off to make her fantasy come true.
Her heart beating wildly, Adrienne entered the nondescript office building, rode the elevator and entered what appeared to be an ordinary office but was, in fact, a parlor of romantic enchantment.
On comfortable seats, leafing through magazines, sat several glamorous looking ladies and well-groomed gentlemen, also there to realize their romantic desires. Adrienne glided elegantly up to the desk, only to grow cold all over when one of the two toothpick-slim women behind it, a redhead in a green sweater, looked at her like she was a loathsome bug.
"You have the wrong place." she said frostily.
Adrienne cleared her throat, determined not to let this little snip upset her.
"No." she said with a calmness she didn't really feel. "I have the right place."
"The B-Thin Weight Loss Center is two doors down." the desk attendant answered, her tone still icy. "This is the Two Of Hearts Dating Service."
Adrienne rolled her eyes.
"I don't want the weight loss center." she answered. "I wanted Two of Hearts. I have an appointment here tonight at 8:00."
The second desk attendant, a blonde in a blue blouse, smirked at her.
"You mean to tell me you're Adrienne Walters?"
Adrienne's insides folded in on themselves, and she sucked in her breath so as not to lose her temper.
"Yes." she said, biting off her words. "I am Adrienne Walters, and what difference does it make?"
"In that case," retorted the desk attendant, "you should have made your 8:00 appointment at B-Thin instead. The likes of you should focus less on romance and dating, and more on diet and exercise."
Typical. She should be used to this treatment, but it never failed to annoy her. She had been getting these kinds of remarks since she had been a teen, and she didn't like them then and she didn't like them now.
For a moment, Adrienne Walters, glamorous plus-size model, disappeared and in her place stood another Adrienne Walters, a plump sixteen-year-old employee behind a fast-food counter, doing her job and minding her own business while two high school athletes waiting to get waited on made cracks about her rear end being the size of a couch and her looking like one of the cows used to make the burgers. She remembered that one of the boys had later apologized and said that it was his friend who started it, and she had accepted his apology, but still, it would have been better if he hadn't followed his pal's lead and made the comments in the first place.
Adrienne shook her head to clear her brain of the memory and looked the little twits behind the desk eyeball to eyeball.
"I'm not interested in weight loss right now." she said evenly. "I just know I have an appointment here so your introduction specialists can match me up with my heart's true hero."
The redheaded desk attendant gave a snort of laughter.
"Listen here, pudgy pants." she drawled. "You get yourself on a regimen and lose about 40 pounds, then you can come in here and we'll talk about your heart's true hero. Right now, though, you need to go to B-Thin and learn how to ease up on the meatball heroes."
Some of the other potential clients looked up briefly at the commotion, then went back to their magazines.
Adrienne stood up straight and tall.
"No, you listen, you little twerps." she fired back, shaking her scarf in the desk girls' faces. "I may be a little bigger than everyone else, but I am just as human as everyone else, with the same feelings and desires everyone else has, and my money is just as green as everyone else's. So not only will you not be getting any of my business, but you'll be hearing from my lawyer!"
With that, she strode confidently out of the dating-service office.
Now, all she had to do was find a good lawyer.