Gimme Tassle, Rug Man! [Ziva/Adeen]

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So it probably wasn't the best ettiquite to smoke before an interview. Adeen could just spritz on some of that mouth watering candy-cotton bodyspray that was in her favorite Hello Kitty purse. Actually--it was currently the only one she could use, cause it was large enough that Carpet could at least flutter inside of it without wrinkling his edges, or getting his tassles tangled.

Adeen's bright pink heels crunched on the cement of the sidewalk as she glanced up at the Sahara. The inside of it felt like home; she'd been here a few times. Arabian, Indian style. Some modern take on, what felt to her--like Agraba. A glittering ceiling, some of the dancers dressed in those nice little outfits. It was, of course--Adult Entertainment, but it was the closest she was getting to something familiar.
Of course Rhys place was familiar, and was home to her. She smiled to herself, touching her throat, where a small, silver locket rested. A present to herself, and one of the only non-pink items she kept with her at all times. Rhys was different, she needed home. Home was Agrabah.

Adeen dropped her cigarette, smashing it with her shoe, before smoothing out her pink, black, and striped dress. She almost seemed to glow in the daylight with the flueorscent pink on her body, feet, and right atop her head. Her long, semi-dreaded hair piled atop her head, and secured with a headband. She was tall, around the five-foot-ten, five-foot-eleven mark; and quite thin. Maybe not the best look for a dancer--and Rhys would positively die if other men got to see her bare. No, she would prefer to be a waitress. Yeah, that'd do.

The pink haired girl drew in a deep breath, and let it out, before reaching into her back. She jerked out her hand when Carpet fluttered against her hand, a wave of annoyance washing over her. She had woken him up. "Well, I'm sorry. I need my perfume, please." She muttered at the bag, watching the little carpet inside roll over to reveal the spray. The pulled it out, and quickly spritzed herself, before tucking it back inside. "Thank you."

Adeen smiled, and zipped the bag back up, glancing over her shoulder quickly, before heading inside of the club.
The club was dark, and the lights were a-spinning. But there was no music, and no people. It was like the Club had been on mute. She shifted uncomfortably--she got a call, saying that she was supposed to be here before the club opened, so it was less of a distraction for the interview. But where the hell was everyone?

Tags: Ziva/Molly, Adeen/Olley
Notes: This is Pre-Rhyseen Drama. So about a month and a half before the oversode. THIS HERE IS A TARDIS THREAD.
Outft:Yaaay Polyvore not working. Thank god Adeen dresses like Audrey.

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[idreamofgenie]

Ziva's Mother would faint, if she knew what her daughter was about to do.

Her Mother would beg her to go back to David.

Her Mother would cry, and sob, and weep.

And, honestly, Ziva was a little nervous. But, it was just dancing.

Mostly naked dancing...

But dancing.

And if she could do anything, it was dance.

Stepping into Sahara, Ziva Saladin was a little relieved to find it mostly empty. Removing her sunglasses, she looked around, admiring the decorum. It seemed rather classy, as far as Gentleman's clubs went. It was a place that said: 'Mostly no one here will give you the Herp'. Smiling to herself, Ziva's brown suede boots clicked on the floor, her airy blue blouse fluttery as she walked, and her shorts hugging her in contrast. It was a nice blue, that flattered her caramelish skin tone, as well as her thick, dark, brown locks. Nestled carefully between her respectable b cups was a silver star of david, that she wore more out of habit at this point.

Djinn floated by her, rather pleased with the surroundings. 'Yes, this is a good place to be. Can't you feel the vibrations telling you so?' He asked her excitedly.

How many times did she have to tell him? Talking in public with her imaginary friend was not a good idea, ESPECIALLY at a job interview. And speaking of the job interview, she found herself thinking about that. What would it entail? Would she have to audition? That would make sense, and she certainly had the skills. And a need for cash. The latter being in the forefront of her mind.

Good thing she wore her fancy bra.

She had to do this.

For her and Ari.

Looking around, she found a head of... pink hair. And not like magenta tips or something. Cotton candy pink, bubble gum pink, barbie pink. It made Ziva smile, especially when she noted that the pink-haired-smile-bringer was not topless. Walking over to her, Ziva put on her most charmingest smile. "Excuse me?" She asked, pointing to the seat next to the woman, her accent very slight. "But is this seat taken?"

There was something very familiar about her. But Ziva would have remembered her. After all, she was memorable.

Djinn's smile grew wide on his tiny-bearded face. 'Well, I'll be... what a small world. I knew this place had good vibrations.'

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Adeen glanced over her shoulder, while approaching one of the soft, cushioned lounge chairs. There wouldn’t be a problem while she sat, right? She watched another girl walk in, and smiled politely, and waved her hand—so she’d know she wasn’t alone either. Aww. She was dressed pretty too. Adeen loved her some pink, but blue was a close favorite. But it made her sad, because it reminded her of Genie. Of course--she'd never actually met Genie. But Carpet always gave her a flash emotion of sadness with there was a large spot of blue somewhere. Longing for its friends.

There was an anxiety crawling up the back of her neck, as she felt Carpet wake up a little bit more. There was that slight flutter she could feel through her bag, usually when Carpet was upset, or excited. But that fluttering, became more and more frantic. The pink haired woman pressed her purse tightly against her side, and offered a wide grin.

“No, it’s not! Go for it. I coulda sworn more girls were gonna come,” Adeen twitched slightly, giving her bag a sharp jerk, as it started to twitch and vibrate with the sound of Carpet moving around in it. She cleared her throat, trying to cover up the sound. The sound was like she had a frightened bird inside of her purse---and then the bag stopped moving all on its own.

“You’re here for the job, too? I’m Adeen.” She asked, her voice soft, and gentle. Just loud enough to be heard, but could be drowned out by a louder voice. She extended a hand, with nails bright pink to match, decorated with carefully placed pink rhinestones, and teeny, tiny, 3D flowers, glued onto her short nails. “I haven’t seen you around before---granted New York is full of people, I suppose.” Her thin brows furrowed for a moment, before she smiled sheepishy. “Sorry, I talk a lot when I get nervous."

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[idreamofgenie]

Ziva smiled gratefully as the Pink-Haired-Miss encouraged her to sit, which Ziva did so happily. She was a chipper thing, very talkative, with a bright personality to match her hair. "Yes, I thought this as well, but it only means smaller competition for us." Ziva grinned jokingly. "Be careful. I'm... how you call... cut throat." She began to laugh at the very idea of being cut throat, her blue eyes glittering at the jest. "Actually, there are so few here, perhaps we will be working together." She added, with a bit more thoughtfulness. It would certainly bring her at ease to begin work with someone she sort of new. There was no denying the pre-established comfort Ziva felt around this girl.

'Make her open her bag, Zeez." Djinn encouraged, his smile wide on his narrow, blue, face. What? No! Why was Djinn so determined to ruin this interview for her? He was the one who suggested she come here!

Ignoring him, she continued to listen to Miss Flossy talk. It wasn't just her hair that was pink. Her everything was pink. Nails, dress, shoes, lips. She looked so bold and vivid next to Ziva's softer color scheme. "But yes, I am here for a job. Expanding my horizons." She joked again, putting on a mock dreamy voice at her surroundings. Pushing her dark brown hair behind her gold looped earring, Ziva continued with the conversation. "Well, it's a job anyhow. And where else could I make two hundred a night for having the otherwise useless talent of touching my nose from behind my head with my toe?" No where, that's where. And Ballet Companies weren't exactly breaking down the door for a dancing divorcee, whose been out of the game for four years due to child rearing.

Such was life, as her Father would say.

Before that could bring up any bad feelings, Ziva continued. "I'm actually rather new to the New York City area. Me and my son just moved here." Oh, what would that make her look like? A mother applying to a strip club? Still, she took Pinky's hand, her smile warm and friendly. "We just came from Albany." OH! Right. Manners. Her name. "It is very nice to meet you, Adeen, I am Ziva."

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“Cut throat? I’ll watch my back,” Adeen smiled, a chuckle bubbling up in her throat. It wasn’t a polite-company forced chuckle. She actually found it genuinely funny. She was being sent wave, after wave of emotion, and she wasn’t entirely sure which were hers, and which were Carpet’s. Luckily, he’d stop fussing. But instead, in her mind, she saw him laying ‘belly down’ on the floor of her purse, one tassel on his ‘chin’, and the other drumming his ‘fingers’ on the bottom of the purse.

“Hey, a job is a job. My boyfriend keeps telling me that I don’t have to work, but I don’t want him to like…take care of everything, you know? I kinda want my freedom a bit from it.” Carpet gave her a mental thumbs up, and she issues a soft sigh, before shaking her head. “If I did anything like that, I’d be in traction for a week. I’m not applying to be a dancer, I’m applying to be a waitress or a bartender.” She slid her purse off her shoulder and wedged it between her hip and the chair, pinning it in place.

“Oh, I think your son is going to love it here,” her other hand gently placed over Ziva’s, giving it a careful shake, before releasing her hands. “Ziva,” She repeated, and shifted, so she was sort of laying on her purse, “That is a lovely name! Most people are pretty friendly; if you’re going to need a babysitter at night when you work, I know some people that could be good. You’re best bet is to go with one of the University Seniors. There’s a tad more responsible than the younger group.” She rolls her brows eyes, before grinning. “Kids, you know?"

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Adeen laughed cheerfully at Ziva's jest, her demeanor sunny and bright. Yes, she was good. As hippie dippie as Djinn came across, he was right. This place had good vibrations about it, especially this girl. It was so familiar, so easy. Like breathing, or soaking in a tub. It was soothing. In fact, she was barely nervous anymore. And Adeen didn't express any ill judgment to her for looking for a job here, despite not being here for a stripping gig. She was here to be a bartender? Than perhaps they really would be working together! That could be quite fun. Ziva nodded as Adeen explained that she wanted some independence. "Oh! Absolutely! Independence is so important. Just to have the freedom to see a pair of shoes, say 'I want those', and then buy them with your own money. It's totally fulfilling."

Ziva had not been living completely on her alimony. Though it hardly matched monetarily, Ziva had done a few jobs for a local temp agency. Of course, that couldn't pay the bills. Hence why she was here. Absently, she twirled the star of david pendent around her finger, feeling at complete ease. It wasn't nearly as bad as she had thought it would be. "I'm here for the dancing. I can make two drinks, I think. And I probably make them a bit to strong... but twirling around like a tart." She brushed off her shoudlers as if to say 'No big deal'. "That I can do."

In truth, Ziva's experience on a pole was limited to the collapsible one she had in her apartment. Still, she moved on the wobbly thing gracefully enough, her movements fluidic from her years of ballet training. Luckily, that made her quite limber.

Adeen spoke without a trace of judgment when Ari was brought up. In fact, she seemed to be offering some help. "Well, thank you. He is with our neighbor. I think they're making cookies today." There was a fondness in her voice, when she spoke about her son. A glow. The one good thing that came from her young marriage. "But I'll keep your offer in mind, most definitely. Ari loves new people."

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Adeen agreed, “The gesture is nice, when someone else wants to get you a gift. But I’m not the kind of girl who goes, ‘Buy me that, I want this, get me those’.” She shrugged her thin shoulder. She almost opened her mouth to elaborate on freedom. She had a bigger taste of it, with the fact she could take to the sky and go anywhere she wanted. She could play in the clouds—not too long, it was wet up there, and she got dizzy with the lack of air. But she could go virtually anywhere, as long as she didn’t fall asleep. And long trips, Carpet could take her, as he didn’t seem to tire at all.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a strong drink! Sometimes they are just perfect for the occasion. But the trick when bartending is to make sure they aren’t strong enough. Keeps ‘em coming back to buy more.” Adeen winked at her, and put her finger to her lips as though she should keep it a secret to her little marketing technique.

Adeen leaned back in her chair for a moment, and put her hands up towards the ceiling, “You can do what you can do! I can walk in some crazy tall heels, but I’m a little too awkward to be able to dance.” She giggled, and then leaned back in, her brown eyes sparkling happily. She wanted the job here at Sahara, but she was having far too much fun here talking to Ziva.

“If you’re the sort that likes sweets, you really should check out Gingey’s. It’s probably---no wait. Rhys would kill me if he heard me say that.” Her eyes lifted up, and bit the inside of her cheeks, before nodding. “It is the best bakery here in New York…the world, even! Any kind of pastry you can think of, pretty much. Original creations, and if you catch a boy there named Jacob—he makes the most amazing hot chocolate ever. Whip cream, chocolate shavings—everything.” Adeen’s face lit up, her grin wide.

Unfortunately, she was distracted with the pull of the other woman, and didn’t notice a small tassel wiggling out from a hole in the back of her purse. Carpet wriggled and squirmed its little way through the small hole. Hand-like tassels grasping the side of the bag and pushing itself out, before tumbling free.

Adeen felt a woosh at the back of her head, and her expression dropped from bright and happy, changing into complete horror, while the small, hand-sized carpet swirled around Ziva. Weaving through her dark hair, and tickling her arms with its soft tassels, before nuzzling against her face like a happy kitten.

Adeen was awkward on her seat, in the middle of a stand, but still somewhat sitting. Her hands were out, long fingers splayed, her eyes wide. “Please…do not…scream. Whatever you do, please don’t scream.” Her husky voice just got a little louder, but tried to remain very calm, her brown eyes locking onto Carpet. “I promise…I can explain, just please…do not scream.” Her hands slowly bobbed up and down, glancing over her shoulder frantically to make sure no one walked in.

“Get. Back. Here. Now. You are in big trouble.” She hissed at the Carpet through her teeth. Carpet twisted to ‘look’ at her, before diving behind Ziva’s shoulders. His little tassels resting on her shoulders, like small, soft hands holding onto her, almost afraid of Adeen.

[idreamofgenie]

Adeen had a light way of speaking. As if gravity was of no issue to her words, like she herself was weightless. Ziva couldn't help but stay quiet, for most of it, the nerves of this upcoming interview digging into her. But, for all intensive purposes, she looked calm and cool, just quiet. She nodded at Adeen self declaration of independence, understanding that all to well. And Ziva smiled and chuckled at the comment about a strong drink. Honestly, she wished she could formulate words without having the urge to vomit.

Perhaps she should just go home.

Sweets. Memories of her Mother baking at home filled Ziva's mind. Sweets. "Actually, I have been trying to find a place that makes a good challah. I would make it myself, but baking is not really my forte." She smiled, wondering if Adeen's boyfriend was as good as he was claimed to be. The idea of biting into fresh rugelach with honey tea sounded wonderful. "I shall have to come and see for myself, sometime."

The homesickness did not encourage her to stay any. Honestly, what would her Mother say about her being in a place like this? Not that it was seedy, or even really tacky. But, still, her Mother would faint. But she couldn't keep living off from alimony. That hardly gave her the independence she was looking for, did it? And what else could she do, that she would do well, that she would get paid as much? Ziva was not ashamed of her body, and in fact would find it quite liberating to dance and be desired. To give the metaphorical finger to her staunch upbringing, to her Father, and to David.

Smiling at Adeen, Ziva's internal struggle was caught short as a little piece of fabric fluttered out of the bag. Adeen looked terrified, but Ziva did not feel even a slight twinge of fear. Which, honestly, she should have. It was hardly becoming, to grin at the little piece of demon cloth as it circled around her. And besides, for a piece of fabric, it was quite affectionate. "Do not worry, I am not going to scream-" Ziva chuckled at the little... creature? Sure, creature. She chuckled at it's movements, as it weaved through her fingers. As Adeen scolded it, Ziva could not help that her chuckle elevated to a full on laugh, being reminded of Ari as the carpet hid behind her hair.

And Ziva was not the only one amused by the critter, as Djinn popped up next to her, laying on nothingness, as if on his belly. "Carpet? My oh my, you see Ziva, I told you this was a good place, didn't I? Such a small world- Though you do look a pinch bit shorter, if you don't mind me saying, Carpet. Perhaps your keeper is simply taller, and mine is shorter, this time around..."

Well, this was interesting. It would seem they knew one another. Ziva wondered if Adeen could see Djinn, though it wouldn't seem to be too high on the friendly woman's list of 'strange things that happened today' if she could. Speaking with the tone of a Mother, Ziva lulled out the Carpet. "Go on now, Hakatan Sheli. We shall see each other soon, I am sure."

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Ziva seemed very calm about this whole thing, a little too calm. Adeen's expression was absolutely confused--especially when her new friend began to laugh. "Hey...." She stared at the now blue man that was laying on his belly, bloating next to Ziva.

Adeen was almost at a loss for words, while Carpet puffed up at Djinn. Adeen was still gawking; there was still some bit in her mind that made her think she was crazy. Because she had seen other reincarnations, but never anyone else from her story.

Carpet floated from her hair, and ripped across her fingers like a ticklish cat, before gliding back to Adeen and dropping flat onto her head. "Well, now you come to me. What did you do, tire yourself out?" Adeen placed her hands on her waist, before plucking the tiny carpet off her head, and flinging him into the air where he swam excitedly about the club.

Adeen sat back down, and turned her attention back to Ziva and Djinn. "It's nice to meet you," She said carefully, nodding at Djinn. She had Carpet's memory of the genie--but to see him in person was something completely different, before looking back at Ziva. But what did that mean for her? Would she too, be trapped in a bottle? Was she specially gifted like Adeen was--or was she just permanently haunted by the image of Djin at her shoulder for all times.

"Well, I thought you looked familiar." Adeen giggled nervously, looking at Ziva's face like an old friend. Like she was trying to pinpoint the familiarity in her face. "So, about that challah. What exactly is it? Rhys is always trying to come up with some new ideas. You could be our taste-tester." She grinned, her head tipping when Carpet crashed into the side of her face.

"I swear to all that is good and holy, Carpet if you don't stop acting like a barbarian, I am sewing you to my purse." She plucked the carpet from her face, and frowned. There was a moment of bizzare silence, and shold Carpet have eyes--it was like they were holding eye contact, "Carpet wants me to tell your very blue friend there, that---Hey!" Adeen's grip changed on carpet, curling the fabric in her fist, and sighed. "He's a bit of a trouble maker, Ziva. Apologies." Adeen grumbled, still grasping te now struggling carpet.

"No, I will let you go when you decide to behave." Adeen smiled obliviously at Ziva, and put her elbow on her knee, and her chin in he rhand, while the hand grasping Carpet draped over her legs. "Flying rugs, who needs kids? So uh...how did you find out about...? Genie? Or do you go by a different name?" The first question was aimed for Ziva, but the name question had Adeen's eyes on Djinn.