Post by Lamont on May 3, 2020 10:17:59 GMT 11
The buzz of a city filled her with energy. And the drink set before her. Upon getting back to Violet after the utterly atrocious day the dancer found the first dive she could with a dance floor and karaoke. Not that she was going to go up and sing in front of all these hicks; she wasn't drunk enough for that... Yet.
Downing another sip of her mix she rolled her head back and just let the pounding of the music ebb through her being. Her coat lay draped on the chair beside so as to discourage any more would-be suitors from planting themselves in her presence. They were easier to get rid of if they stayed standing. And boy was she in the mood to turn people away. She'd already left the dance floor scarred with her metal heels and sharp tongue; now it was break time. No one here could dance. No one else really wanted to dance.
She called for yet another drink. This time for the sweet deceiver of a long island. The exercise and booze had done wonders for her tense muscles, chilled by the outdoors all day long, but her mind was still ruminating on the events of her unpleasant encounters. The song changed. Another club remix to break up the tremor of drum and bass. She set her mind to focus on the music. On the sounds around her. What little could be heard over the beat was of little interest, though it sounded like a pair of men were having an argument. Lenore stretched her arms above her and settled in, heart thumping along with the racing tempo.
A couple drinks later she returned to the square, now a bit more active with men and ladies of shady repute spilling about. At some point she thought she heard the shattering of glass, but she didn't care. It was so far away. The music pounded around her and she let it take her. So enthralled with the tune that when it stopped it was jarring. A microphone blared to life. A scratchy voice crackling over the speakers to announce a switch of the itinerary for the evening into that of drunkards singing their heart out. Before her being had been melded with the music that had been what she wanted. But now? With a disappointed huff she went to her table, thumbed through her wallet to drop cash for what was owed, and exited just as a duo took over the speakers.
Coat over her shoulder, held by a couple of fingers, the dainty woman clacked down the street. The silver light of the full moon glinted off her shiny new badge, pinned proudly front and center on her chest. She still felt unsatisfied. The music had filled a hole but now deprived of it she needed some other kind of distraction.
That was when he showed up.
Or rather, he'd been there all along. She'd even noticed the smoke as she approached his position but her mind was only just catching up to that observation when he spoke. He was gruff, brutish, and stunk. The ex-showgirl turned up her nose and waved a hand between them.
"Gross, get away creep," was her initial response, figuring the man as just another guy a little under the influence seeing a pretty lady. But that wasn't it. As she stumbled a little from the unbalance she caused herself from the rushed action the man protested and mentioned the badge. She blinked, her clouded mind taking a few extra moments to process his words. It was some sort of business proposal.
"Wait..." she corrected, turning her interest upon the grunt.
(( Switched Tide for Oscar, giving Soothe Bell. Adding 600 words to incubator. ))