Post by Dana Jackson on Sept 24, 2015 2:27:07 GMT -5
Tallulah Rose. trying out another template. hope this works!
The floor was dead. Just a bunch of deadheads standing about flashing what little money they had. There weren't any fishes chomping at the bit for any kind of company. Mostly there were just old timers and teenagers with their sweethearts. He had won a couple rounds with his slight of hand at cards, but even that hadn't thrilled him. He was realizing tonight there was only so much easy money could do for him. He decided it would be best to just turn in early; to the bar. He always liked the feel of the joint, like a fella could drink till the end of time.
He sat himself down at the bar, ordering an Old Fashioned from the bartender as he positioned himself on the stool. He was in the midst of lighting one of his freshly opened cigarettes when he saw her. She was vision in fur; the fox fur that fell from her shoulders as she placed herself delicately down. He liked the effortless way she moved; she was undoubtedly not from Las Vegas, maybe not even from the good old US of A. That meant even deeper pockets. He shifted in his seat just to keep still with the excitement bursting through him.
He could get some of that foreign wealth of hers, maybe even buy Viv a new fur to replace that old one that was falling apart since their days in San Francisco. Plus, this dame was a real looker; he'd enjoy himself to boot. He quickly finished off his Old Fashioned and threw some money on the bar. While he brought himself to his feet he decided on a play that was normally Viv's way of duking in. He left his sports jacket unbuttoned and toussled his hair slightly. A couple of fast intakes and releases of breath to get his breathing fast, he raced over to her empty table.
He sat down across from her, "I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am." He held his head low, "But I've got an ex-girl pal of mine who just walked in the room looking for me and well," he chuckled, "she created the definition of 'making a scene.'" He held his hand up as if to hide himself from someone at the bar. "Do you mind if I sit with you for a little? Just a couple of minutes. And I'll keep my mouth shut." He flashed one of his award winning smiles at her in good faith that this fish would jump on the line.
He sat himself down at the bar, ordering an Old Fashioned from the bartender as he positioned himself on the stool. He was in the midst of lighting one of his freshly opened cigarettes when he saw her. She was vision in fur; the fox fur that fell from her shoulders as she placed herself delicately down. He liked the effortless way she moved; she was undoubtedly not from Las Vegas, maybe not even from the good old US of A. That meant even deeper pockets. He shifted in his seat just to keep still with the excitement bursting through him.
He could get some of that foreign wealth of hers, maybe even buy Viv a new fur to replace that old one that was falling apart since their days in San Francisco. Plus, this dame was a real looker; he'd enjoy himself to boot. He quickly finished off his Old Fashioned and threw some money on the bar. While he brought himself to his feet he decided on a play that was normally Viv's way of duking in. He left his sports jacket unbuttoned and toussled his hair slightly. A couple of fast intakes and releases of breath to get his breathing fast, he raced over to her empty table.
He sat down across from her, "I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am." He held his head low, "But I've got an ex-girl pal of mine who just walked in the room looking for me and well," he chuckled, "she created the definition of 'making a scene.'" He held his hand up as if to hide himself from someone at the bar. "Do you mind if I sit with you for a little? Just a couple of minutes. And I'll keep my mouth shut." He flashed one of his award winning smiles at her in good faith that this fish would jump on the line.
