Gatsberry's Admin
219
posts
42
likes
I may be the youngest Marcello, but I'm the most stubborn.
|
Post by Aria Marcello on Jun 21, 2017 18:39:28 GMT -6
((OOC: LETTING EVERYONE KNOW, THIS EVENT WILL LAST TWO MORE DAYS. WHICH MEANS IT IS LASTING FIVE DAYS INSTEAD OF THREE.))
|
|
Rag-A-Muffin
40
posts
8
likes
Whatever doesn´t kill me better run ;D
|
Post by Phillip Kingston on Jun 21, 2017 18:41:31 GMT -6
Phillip didn´t mind being dragged all the way directly to the bar by Anita. After all he came with her to this event in the first place so that both of them could have lots of fun. "Of course. Whatever the lady wants." With a wink at his company he agreed on her request yet not without having his own little plan there. Leaning over to the bartender he made an order for the two of them, a glass of pepsi for each of them. Just when the doctor was about to turn his attention back to the starlet, he quickly got notified that quite the familiar face happened to be right next to them at the bar as well. "Bloody hell if that isn´t my favorite masochist of a patient good old Dean. I´m surprised you were let of the leash. Not to mention to find you in such a lovely company." Noticing the exotic beauty next to Dean, Phillip just had to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Sure the driver had his special charms. But to to score that high? Unbelievable. Yet on second thoughts Dean already succeeded in keeping Phillip constantly entertained and even liking him.
While he let both, Anita and Dean introduce themselves he took the time to get the drinks from the bartender and handed one of them over to his "date". Given the her expression she wasn´t too pleased about what she ended up getting from the doctor. Yet he continued to teased her while smirking at her with a wink. "Cutiepie you really should now by now that you won´t ever get alcohol out of me, at least definitely not in public. It is already hard enough to protect you from all your male friends. That surely doesn´t need to be made even thougher by having you drunk." Turning his attention now on Deans aquaintance, Phillips facial expression got softer and more gentle. "I´m Phillip Kingston, doctor for both body and soul. Pleasure to meet you Miss?"
|
|
Gatsberry's Admin
36
posts
8
likes
Firecracker in training, here to watch it all burn.
|
Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 21, 2017 19:22:48 GMT -6
If Lacie thought she could hardly keep up with how quickly things had gone sour for them before, she sure as hell couldn't keep up now that her head was all buzzing and everything seemed to be muffled in her ears. She had just been stumbling around trying to distract that big guy threatening Dumb Dora, when suddenly Al took off and snagged her. That's when things got really shaky and disorienting. Lacie didn't know what way was up or down and she was afraid she'd fall and hit her head if she tried to wriggle from Al's grip, so instead she held onto him.
Something about a man Al knew covering for them, more running and then climbing. Oh man, she really wished she hadn't drank that stuff. She did not like this at all.
For a while, she was pretty sure they were on a roof. Peter was there now, and then they were climbing down. The entire time, Al was holding onto Lacie like she was some small kid, she realized. As soon as she was mostly sure they were on the ground, Lacie thumped Al's chest and wriggled free from his grip. She managed to land on her feet but stumbled into a trash bin with a small 'oof'.
The sound of a gunshot greeted them and Lacie stood up straight, swaying as she looked to the source of the fired weapon--Oh, crap. It was the thug!
Lacie stiffened as much as an overly-nimble drunk kid could stiffen, swaying slightly no matter how hard she tried to stay still. The guy was packing heat and he was all up in a lather over what happened. Golly, what did they do in that alleyway to make this guy pull his gun and burn some powder?! Weirdly, Lacie wasn't exactly scared. Not for herself, anyway. She just didn't want Peter or Al to get shot. the blonde averted her gaze when the guy turned to her, telling her off for trying to pull a fast one on him.
Finally, it seemed like the guy was done, because he put away the bean-shooter and walked off. Once he was out of sight, Lacie made a face.
"Ahh, go on and screw, ya big ol' torpedo!" she slurred, a little too disoriented to really raise her voice. As she relaxed again, she stumbled and the bottle slipped from her grip, shattering on the ground. Lacie blinked."Thought I threw that off the roof. Whoops." Lacie dusted herself off and sighed, leaning against the wall by the fire escape. "So I guess we should find somewhere else to go, huh?"
(( Slang: Get in a lather means "to get worked up, angry" and so my paraphrase "all up in a lather" means basically that he was pissed or already worked up. Additionally, telling someone to screw means you want them to get lost, and torpedo means "hired thug or hitman". ))
|
|
Rag-A-Muffin
41
posts
2
likes
Oh... okay...
|
Post by Millie Foster on Jun 21, 2017 19:59:28 GMT -6
Millie said: Charlotte giggled. "You really are just adorable. Yes that's how the term is used and it's a French 75. The best way to remember the French part, is that real Champagne comes from a small region in France. Anything made outside of that area is sparkling wine. At least officially." Charlotte then signaled a waiter and began to order. I'll have a small cup of soup nothing creamy I'm singing again later. But this lovely red head will have A steak medium and a backed potato. And put it on my tab." This last part was code for I say it's free give it to her. She turned back to the red head grinning. "Now you said you've been in the city a few months what are you doing for work and where are you staying? Oh and you must tell me about Kansas. The only time I really traveled in my life was when I was two or three and we moved here to Gatsberry. So come no tell me everything." She smiled widely at the younger girl and waited patiently for her answer. Millie hung onto every word that had come from Miss Marcello's mouth. There was a lot she could glean from conversation after conversation. She was her pixie-cutted dream girl who would inspire her to live live to its fullest. An experienced mentor who would become great use to her. And who was she? Adorable, she said... She said she was adorable. How? The icing on that cake was when she actually ordered dinner for her! Why? She didn't deserve to be in a position to be treated like a princess. That was her sister's job. Oh and you must tell me about Kansas. The only time I really traveled in my life was when I was two or three and we moved here to Gatsberry. So come no tell me everything... "Kansas..." Millie's smile turned to a frown when her home state was brought up. Charlotte mentioned that she had been there before, but she was young, so she mustn't have remembered much. " Well, uhm..." her Midwestern drawl accidentally seeped through her lips, " Salina's alright, I guess. We've added about two railroads in the past ten years... Other than that, nothing much has been going on, Miss Charlotte."
|
|
Gatsberry's Admin
130
posts
10
likes
just because my fathers runs the city doesn't mean I'm not in charge.
|
Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 21, 2017 20:46:41 GMT -6
Millie said: Charlotte smiled but watched as Millie's face turned to a frown. She gave the girl a sad curious look. Something about her home upset her. The food was delivered and Charlotte took a sip of her soup before looking at the girl a little more seriously. "Darling you don't have to call me Miss. Just Charlotte is fine." She patted the girls knee kindly. "I'm not blind dear. I can see that something about your home makes you unhappy. But you don't have to tell me. Everyone has a right to their privacy." Charlotte said soothingly.
The two at a bit more of their dinner. Charlotte looked up and spotted her new driver Dean. She needed to apologize to him. "Millie Dear I need to go speak to someone and then go back stage to get ready for my next set. Order whatever you'd like it's on the house." She patted the younger girls cheek.
Charlotte quickly made her way over to Dean who was with two woman and Doctor Philip. She blushed at the idea of making this apology in front of two strangers and the handsome doctor but it wouldn't be appropriate to ask Dean to speak to her privately after what happened earlier.
"Mr. McCoppin, Dean?" She got his attention as well as the attention of the others he was speaking to. "Doctor Kingston. Ladies" She nodded to the others involved in the previous conversation. She turned back to Dean. "I wanted to apologize for what happened before. When you started working as my driver. My behavior was very inappropriate. I knew Daddy was going to have me be the star singer here and well I was stressing out. And I know it isn't an excuse but when I get stressed out I... Well I drink and act inappropriate. I'm sorry I put you in that situation." She told him honestly as she blushed lightly. "Have a lovely evening." She went up on her toes and kissed Dean and then Dr. Philip on the cheek respectively.
"Now I have to go get ready for my next set. You all have a wonderful night." She turned and headed back to the backstage area where she saw Dante.
"Hi Dante. I'm going to touch up my make up and get prepped for the next set." She kissed him on the cheek. Dante was required to stay back stage to protect them.
Charlotte finished prepping and was back on stage.
|
|
Gatsberry's Admin
23
posts
7
likes
You're so stingy! T_T
|
Post by Anita Page on Jun 21, 2017 20:59:55 GMT -6
Anita was a tad surprised when Phillip turned towards the man sitting at the bar beside them and started chatting away like life-long pals. Is he some sort of rich aristocrat? Or an investor? Maybe they work at the office together?
Slightly curious, she put on a warm smile as the man's attentions were suddenly turned towards her. "Dean McCoppin," he said. "Nice to meet you, Miss Page. Came for a drink?"
He knows who I am, huh? Anita thought, her face turning up into a smile. She loved it when people recognized her; it made her feel important, like she was 'one of the big stars.' Feeling a wash of confidence, she met his eyes and gave him a friendly smile.
"Hello, Mr. McCoppin. It's wonderful to meet a friend of Philly-I mean Mr. Kingston's," she replied, doing her best to sound professional. "And yes, I hope you don't mind us joining you." She looked between the two who were already seated at the bar when they arrived, pretending not to notice how stunning the one woman looked and the fact her roommate was already eying her. It was hard enough trying to draw Phillip's attention when there were so many attractive women around; she couldn't really compare with them or their age.
"I would love to hear about how you two met," Anita continued to say to the gentleman named Dean as Phillip returned with drinks. To Anita's annoyance he had brought back two pepsi's instead, though she honestly shouldn't be surprised by that point.
He must have seen the unamused expression on her face, as his voice took on a teasing tone. "Cutiepie, you really should now by now that you won´t ever get alcohol out of me, at least definitely not in public," he said with a wink in her direction. "It is already hard enough to protect you from all your male friends. That surely doesn´t need to be made even thougher by having you drunk."
She pouted up at him, her lips pursed in slight irritation. "You're always so stingy, Philly," she sulked as she took a sip of her pepsi. Though she would never admit to actually liking the stuff; it would give her roommate way too much pleasure in knowing he had one up on her.
Seeing a reflection of lights hitting fabric, she turned her head to see the night's performer, Miss Marcello, making her way over towards them.
"Mr. McCoppin. Doctor Kingston. Ladies," she addressed them in turn, and Anita's pout increased. Lady? she thought, rolling her shoulders back so that her back was up straighter. It wasn't like she was a big star or anything, especially compared to Miss Charlotte Marcello herself. But she'd be lying if she said it didn't bruise her self esteem a little whenever she was practically invisible.
And now after a few short words, she was kissing Philly on the cheek! Oh nonononono, she thought as her eyes widened, watching Miss Charlotte walk away towards the stage. It didn't matter in the slightest if it was a simple gesture of 'thank you' or a 'hello-goodbye' scenario; the sight of another woman flirting in any way with her Philly made her cheeks burn red.
Turning her head away and trying to hide behind the accessory on her head, she continued to drink her soda, hoping it would cool her down before her roommate or anyone else happened to notice.
|
|
Rag-A-Muffin
45
posts
17
likes
When am I ever serious?
|
Post by Al Cellini on Jun 21, 2017 21:02:16 GMT -6
Al rolled his eyes at the responses of the man and tried to keep it together. Again, the worst thing someone could do was talk down to him - it was a weakness. He bit his lip trying to hold back the remarks and ideas that were flying through his mind. He kept it together and watched him finally walk off. Al, seemed to be relieved with his exit - although, he wished Peter would've ran with the money. He can't blame the kid for handing it over, I think anyone would have the money over if lives are on the line.
He peaked down at Lacie and heard her response,"Ahh, go on and screw, ya big ol' torpedo!" It caused Al to snort a little, he soon came to realize he wasn't the only one that was drunk. He smiled at her and then saw the bottle drop to the ground and shatter. "Oh, there ya' go! Making a huge mess!" He kept a straight face, bringing his arms up, placing them on his hips and continued speaking, "What are we gonna do with her?!" It was ironic that Al would be saying anything after the stunt he just pulled.
He heard her say, "So I guess we should find somewhere else to go, huh?" He then had an idea of the place they could go. He didn't know the man well - or even knew if he was home. He knew that he kept his window's open. Al thought to himself, You think someone would know better, considering it is Gatsberry. He smiled and picked up Lacie saying, "I know the best place! Want to join me?" He peaked back at Peter and winked saying, "Trust me! They won't mind a bit. He knows my sis'... She also owes him a couch-" He stopped deciding to not get onto that topic, "But, it's fine! So, let's go."
He started heading down the street away from the Moonlight Lounge. He peaked back at it and thought to himself, At least, I got a couple of new friends out of this. He continued to walk on down the streets, hearing the laughter and music still flowing through the night. He didn't know if anyone else was coming but at this point he didn't mind. He peaked at Peter and said, "If anyone else is gonna be surprising us by coming along you better tell them to hurry it up." Al looked down and then thought to himself, I think I am gonna be sick.
|
|
Gatsberry's Admin
52
posts
0
likes
Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light
|
Post by Ray Jackson on Jun 21, 2017 21:18:28 GMT -6
Ray shook his head as he heard the bottle hit the ground. They probably wouldn't listen to his advise but that advise was all they were getting. They better pray they never cross the Crooked Man. Crossing him would be worse then crossing Don Korso. Korso wouldn't care enough to torture you. Crooked man on the other hand that would be dirty and ugly for all involved.
He got back to the club and asked one of the staff to show him to the kitchen to get cleaned up. Ray cleaned off his jacket and his head and neck off of the alcoholic drink before heading back to the main room. He looked around for the adorable brunette he'd been dancing with but couldn't find her.
It was rare but Ray was sometimes caught of guard. And that happened now. He had been looking up at the balconet looking for Aria when he bumped into someone else. A lovely young woman with auburn hair(I think that's right.) "Oh pardon me miss." Ray apologized and held out his hand to the girl to shake or kiss. He could usually tell what she proffered by how she extended her hand and he would act accordingly.
(Tag Eddie ^^)
|
|
Gatsberry's Admin
43
posts
5
likes
I might be young, but that doesn't make me less qualified.
|
Post by Dante Valentino on Jun 21, 2017 21:23:23 GMT -6
"Mr. McCoppin, Dean?" She got his attention as well as the attention of the others he was speaking to. "Doctor Kingston. Ladies" She nodded to the others involved in the previous conversation. She turned back to Dean. "I wanted to apologize for what happened before. When you started working as my driver. My behavior was very inappropriate. I knew Daddy was going to have me be the star singer here and well I was stressing out. And I know it isn't an excuse but when I get stressed out I... Well I drink and act inappropriate. I'm sorry I put you in that situation." She told him honestly as she blushed lightly. "Have a lovely evening." She went up on her toes and kissed Dean and then Dr. Philip on the cheek respectively.
"Now I have to go get ready for my next set. You all have a wonderful night." She turned and headed back to the backstage area where she saw Dante.
"Hi Dante. I'm going to touch up my make up and get prepped for the next set." She kissed him on the cheek. Dante was required to stay back stage to protect them.
Charlotte finished prepping and was back on stage.
Dante sat in a chair next to Charlotte's room, bored out of his mind, his jacket hanging on the back of the chair. The others had been able to get permission to go enjoy the party while he was still stuck on guard duty. I know he doesn't want anyone knowing, but is my being back here really necessary? Couldn't Korso gotten one of the others to do this? I'm bored, hungry, and desperately needing a cigarette... not to mention a drink... he thought as he continued to hear the mingling of the crowd beyond the stage. Dante looked down at his watch before sighing. He called the stage manager over to him. "Hey, do you know when Miss Marcello is supposed to come back on?" The stage manager opened his mouth to reply right when Charlotte returned. Dante shook his head. "Never mind..." he mumbled as he stood up from his chair. When she greeted him, he nodded in turn. "No one's been in your room, so it should be as you left-" he began to say, only to stop when she kissed his cheek. His face flushed a little. "Uh... it, as you left it..." he said before clearing his throat. In no time she was back on stage, singing her heart out once more. Dante sighed as he sat back down on his chair, ready to be bored once more. "Yo, Dante!" One of his fellow mobsters called as he came back stage. "Shh!! Miss Marcello is performing!" the stage manager whispered harshly, causing the bigger man to raise his hands in surrender. "What is it?" Dante whispered, getting the guy's attention back on him. "Oh, been told to relieve you, go have some fun, all right?" he said, patting Dante on the back. Dante's face lit up almost like a kid on Christmas. "You're pulling my leg." The older man laughed. "No, go enjoy, grab a couple of dames before the night is through, yeah?" Dante hopped off his chair as he grabbed his jacket. Quickly slipping the tux jacket back on, he combed back his hair and straightened his tie. "Thanks, man." He stepped out of the backstage area and looked around the room. Letting out a whistle, he started walking around, taking in the sights. When a waiter passed him by with drinks, Dante quickly took one and happily drank some of the champagne.
|
|
Rag-A-Muffin
40
posts
18
likes
I've found a new family. And here, it's all for one and....
|
Post by Artemis Kesley on Jun 21, 2017 21:24:38 GMT -6
Artemis thought briefly about heading out, but decided to postpone it when she saw her dear friend Anita trying to hide the red on her face. Those thoughts went out the window as she smiled and came up to her friend. "Anita! I've been looking everywhere for you! I thought you weren't coming!" With a swift movement she had quickly wrapped the other girl up in a tight hug. Now anyone who saw them would think Anita was just excited to see her, which hopefully she was. It had been too long since she had properly spent time with her friend, and Artemis was dying for an interesting conversation. Especially one that didn't revolve around the dealings of idiots.
|
|
Rag-A-Muffin
35
posts
2
likes
Sad to be all alone in the world...
|
Post by Beatrice Harris on Jun 21, 2017 21:32:50 GMT -6
Hedonism. Everywhere, she saw self-centered individuals drowning themselves in oceans filled with their nectar and ambrosia. Anyone with a sensible enough brain knew what happened when mortal men stole the drink of the gods. They'd get severely punished. This is what is going to kill our society... The hotel owner scoffed and glanced around at some familiar faces.
First, she noticed the Don Korso himself. He took great pride in this establishment, yet he should. All of his work in the mob had brought either a Garden of Eden or a gilded cage for the youth. It can't be. Tell me that isn't Miss Harris, here, in public... His denial of her presence was downright insulting. But hey, I got Miss Harris outta her hotel, got the bums mingling with the rich, an' I even got my favorite people around me...even my competition... I guess I do gotta give myself some credit. "Don't pretend I can't hear you, Don Korso," she muttered under her breath, taking one step forward into the light, "this actress hasn't gone out of business quite yet."
Speaking of the youth, they were littered everywhere. There were his two daughters: lovely little darlings who really should know their places as mob princesses. Stand still. Look pretty. Obey your father. Is it that hard, girls? Marcello's personal entertainer was here and being a flighty pixie, flirting with a man almost double her age. At the other sides of the room, Doctor Kingston and his little actress tag-a-long were here. At least one of them contributes to society... She pitied the poor souls who daft enough to think of them dating, but Kingston seemed like a good man. He wouldn't dare to... Forget it. It wasn't her business to interfere with sexual affairs of any kind. A few of her residents were here and seemed to enjoy themselves. Last but not least, there was a poor little girl in an outdated dress talking with a - no. She couldn't bring herself to use that term - darker skinned woman. Those two signs meant one thing: Cruella was here. Perfect...
Beatrice Harris stepped from her hiding spot and approached the woman who appeared to have come straight out of the silver screen. "Lovely evening, Ms. De Vil..." she sweetly greeted, smirking as she stroked the pelts that covered her, "Shouldn't you have kept this up front where guests could wipe their dirtied feet upon? Come on, Cruella. Be a lady."
|
|
Rag-A-Muffin
35
posts
3
likes
"Darling, I've seen talent and I have seen rubbish, and that was complete and utter rubbish."
|
Post by Cruella de Vil on Jun 21, 2017 21:53:23 GMT -6
Cruella was mildly absent minded by that point, humming to herself a song from days of yore while occasionally expelling her trademark clouds of green smoke, slight boredom stamped upon her face. This was certainly something else, and Don Korso had at least put in his best effort in making this little party feel like something truly grand, even if the greatest starlet could not perform for him. Stroking her pelt gently, Cruella could not help but notice a particularly similar voice approaching her. One that sounded as embittered and drawn out as her own yet filled with a different kind of contempt.
Looking over her shoulder, the long since retired starlet could not help but roll her eyes in frustration at the familiar sight of Beatrice Harris. She and the Hotel Aquila owner had known each other for quite a long time, and Cruella would be damned if she said she didn't loathe the woman's presence. She was perfectly aware of what Beatrice thought of her and her line of work. She had often heard her whisper words like whore, sell out, talentless hag, among others; which awakened deep seathed feelings of rage inside the starlet.
It was one thing to dislike her person. She was aware she was not kind nor affable. Having power, being recognized and well, a star; often implied giving up mundane pleasures. She would rather never used by anyone for her power and keep her distance. It had turned out it did not even matter that much in the long run. What irked her to no end, however, was to see her profession rejected and scorned. People like her and her pupils worked their whole lives to make others forget about their misery and mundane troubles. It was a life of public service, in a way. Seeing that spat upon drove Cruella to the edge.
Taking a deep breath, Cruella turned to face Beatrice, an artificial smile drawn on her lips. "Oh, Beatrice, darling; it truly is a lovely evening, moonlight and all..." she began in a faux affable tone, before Beatrice had decided to break the line of space established between the two when she stroked her pelt. The comment that followed was sure to make Cruella's eye twitch, her smile growning abnormally wide, as if seething with fury. Folding her arms over her chest while holding her coat together, the finished her intervention. "...perhaps that's why the turtles came to the beach to lay eggs, wouldn't you say, dear? Well, at least the ones who had some sort of offspring." she shrugged while eyeing her pupils in the corner of the room, smirking at her own snide remark.
She knew she had unique clothing choices, but she was also aware she made good clothing choices at that. Beatrice really was trying to push her buttons that night. "I think I like my pelt where it is. If we are talking about dirt, perhaps we could start discussing someone's dated Saturday Morning commercials in New York." she remarked as she looked away, smirking mischievously while openly diminishing Beatrice's achievements in a satyrical manner.
She wanted war? She'd get war.
|
|
Rag-A-Muffin
31
posts
5
likes
I'm alive, a revolution lies inside
|
Post by Edna Wayne on Jun 21, 2017 21:54:12 GMT -6
The Guy and Gal both huffed off, and apparently didn't hear Eddie say anything, but she supposed that was alright. Eddie grabbed a drink from the bar, a coke with bourbon, her favorite, and wandered. Her drink almost spilled all over her dress when the guy who got the drink spilled on him from before bumped into her. She managed to catch it however and smiled courteously at him. "I saw you get hit with that drink, mister. You okay?" he looked okay now, and that was a relief. She stretched out her hand to shake and grinned at him. "Edna Wayne. But most everyone calls me Eddie" the guy was handsome, she had to admit. In a very subtly scary way. She could dig it.
|
|
Rag-A-Muffin
26
posts
2
likes
"Do not offer me love? For a Harlot that doesn't exist."
|
Post by Chel Cellini on Jun 21, 2017 22:07:01 GMT -6
Chel smiled to herself seeing all the new face, laughing, dancing and talking in the new joint. She listened to the lovely music play - she couldn't help but bounce to the flow of it. She was becoming rather parched - it was quite hot in this place. With all the movement and talking - Don't forget about how many people were packed in there, it wasn't surprising to be dying of thirst. She decided to look around and saw a waiter moving by her, he had a tray upon his shoulders with a couple of drinks. She grabbed one of the drinks quickly, before he could notice and took off into the crowd. She laughed at herself for managing to sneak a drink off.
She was having fun listening to everyone and enjoying her drink. It was interrupted by the catlike behavior of some women. She turned around and saw an older woman with an eccentric style. She said quietly, "I adore her style." She then saw another woman, it was Ms. Harris. She cringed a little bit and remained calm. She listened to what Ms. H had to say and rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, It is suppose to be a party, not a place where you insult people? Causing little cat fights, real mature. Chel sipped her drink and looked back at the woman with the eccentric style, Cruella, Cruella De Vil. I guess that is a one of a kind name. She continued to sip on her drink and about spit out her drink from Cruella's comment. She brought a hand up to her mouth, widening her eyes and beginning to chuckle, "I guess this could be entertaining" She continued to sip her drink holding in her laughs.
|
|
Rag-A-Muffin
15
posts
9
likes
I have nothing to say.
|
Post by Hollie Anderson on Jun 21, 2017 22:29:21 GMT -6
((YAY. I'M SO LATE 8D)) Coming in with bruises on her skin from the guy she had rough sex with in the streets, she had the money in her bra as she was strolling around the place, and looking around, it looked as though there was a lot happening while she was out collecting cash for herself. "...What the fuck?" She said to herself as she was looking at the rich people, and she was a poor stripper living in a place in some middle section area. She did wish she could have an apartment complex or something like this. She was wearing her white stripper dress underneath a fur coat, so, she wouldn't at least get cold, and her hair was all tied up in a bun. She did wink at the bartender and blew a kiss at him; "I'll have some champagne with some extra vodka. I just came back from a hard working night of fucking to get myself some cash, baby. Just give me something." As soon as she grabbed the drink, she drank it and started to wander around the area, looking for a place to sit down, among these rich people. She hoped that she could at least do something else, besides screwing those in the streets, but, she did hold in something personal, that she would do, and that is too find the psychotic man who did shoot her parents; She didn't know if he did it on purpose, or he was on drugs and didn't shoot her parents originally. After looking for a place to sit, which was one of those fancy seats that she would see in an opera house, as she was trying to settle in. Her bum did hurt at first due to the cushion not being soft, but, it'll have to do. She then stood up as she went back to the bar, ordering another shot of Vodka.
"Keep them coming.."
She thought to herself, as she was drinking more. She needed this, after a long night of screwing, she needed to at least get settled down with the crowd of people that she was surrounded with.
|
|