Let's Clean That Filter - Sophie

[Dallas Harper]

BIG DREAMS, GANGSTER, SAID YOU HAD TO LEAVE TO START YOUR LIFE OVER && 
BUT HE WAS CHASING PAPER, CAUGHT UP IN THE GAME, IT WAS THE LAST I HEARD
STOLE YOU OUT OF MY LIFE

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[NOTE] Let's get this party started! (:
[Tag] Sophie Renard-Wolfe

[Sophie Renard-Wolfe]

Don't you be wastin' all your money on syrup and honey - because I'm sweet enough

She could only dream of him now.

Harvey wouldn't even let her watch the television or listen to the radio anymore.

It was his way of punishing her - of isolating her so wholly and completely that she would become so dependent on him that the thought of rebellion wouldn't even occur to him. Sophie was smarter than she looked. And she knew her brother better than anyone - even better than Roxie thought she did. She knew how he thought, what his next move would be and, up until very recently, she thought she knew his limits. But when his men had brought him the paper - he'd lost it. She would never forget the way he'd screamed at her. It was like he was man possessed. He'd torn up her room - throwing her lamp and smashing it. He'd been so angry he'd torn up her curtains like an animal. Didn't she know what she was doing? What she was jeopardizing? Having her face splattered over the papers like that - with the mayor. What had she been thinking? How long had this been going on?

And then it all took a frightening turn. Harvey accused his sister of becoming a rat for the government. If it wasn't for Carlos, Sophie was genuinely worried he would have killed her. He came for her, his hand reaching for her throat, but Carlos grabbed Harvey's shoulder and pulled him back - aiming to calm him down and get him to see reason. Carlos had Harvey's trust - and he knew him well enough to know how to handle him. Sophie looked up at him gratefully - but her loving gaze was met with steel. For a moment, she had forgotten her savior was actually a snake. Harvey was over emotional - he could barely see straight he was so angry - and Carlos told him to go for a drive, it would calm him down. Carlos would deal with Sophie, get to the bottom of this whole affair. As Harvey left her bedroom, Sophie felt like she was fourteen all over again - being left in the belly of the beast by her own brother.

Carlos got all the answers he needed out of the younger Wolfe. He almost had to break her jaw to get them - but after an hour or so he was satisfied that the girl wasn't a rat and whatever she'd had with the mayor was nothing but an accident - a mistake. What Carlos and Harvey failed to realize is that Sophie is related to Harvey by blood. They have more in common than their lineage and appearance. Sophie was like a dog with a bone when it came to love, just like Harvey. And the mayor was not something she felt inclined to let go of. The girl got a copy of the paper and hid it under her bed. When she was feeling down, she would take it out and look at the captured moment between her and Scott. She would remember the ice cream, the way Albert had gripped her hand so stubbornly - and the way Scott had looked at her when he'd lifted her chin gently.

It gave her hope.

But her hope was dwindling. Sophie was like a bird in a cage. And as the days turned into a week, her soul was dying. She was self-medicating more and more in her isolation.

Then came the day she had been waiting for.

It was marked with a little red 'D' on the calendar. Dallas was coming over. Even better? Roxie and Harvey were out for the afternoon and the evening. Harvey was out on 'business' that was none of hers and Roxie was out doing much of the same thing. She knew they wouldn't be home until really late because Harvey turned the porch light on in anticipation before he left. That usually meant he wouldn't be home until very late at night. It meant she had the delicious pool boy all to herself. Gosh, he was handsome. She could happily just stare at him all day. But he wasn't just gorgeous. He was so cute with her too. Flirting along with her and flashing her that white-toothed weapon. He belonged in the movies, not cleaning the leaves out of the pool. In reality, they didn't even really need a pool boy. Sophie was the one who really messed it up. If Harvey forgot to put that little red 'D' on the calendar - she'd take the clippings from next door and throw them into the pool to remind him. It worked every time without fail.

And she needed Dallas today. She needed to feel special and important and oh, she needed those big tanned muscles of his to distract her from her inner torment. Of course, she spent a lot of time getting ready. She had to look her best for him. Sophie had seen the movies. A big handsome man like that wouldn't settle for ratty haired, skinny, pale Sophie. She had to look more glamorous to catch his eye. So she curled her hair in big ringlets. She put red lipstick on to match the red bikini she'd decided to wear this hot afternoon. There was still some bruising around her jaw and her wrists from Carlos, but she only hoped Dallas would have better parts of her he'd rather be looking at. It took her a little longer than usual to get ready because he was so distracting as he moved that net through the water. And the amount of pills she'd been popping lately put her balance off a little.

But once his shirt was off - she was ready. Like an impatient child, she wriggled with delight and practically flew down the stairs into the kitchen. She spent a few minutes making sure their drinks were perfect. Gin and homemade lemonade - full of ice cubes and with a sprig of mint. She made them a little strong - but what did it matter? The girl was a prisoner here. And now that the cats were out of the house - she wanted to play - and she had the perfect partner in crime right here, taking his time cleaning out the leaves.

Sophie held the tall glasses, one in each hand, and opened the door nimbly with her foot. Maneuvering her large sunhat through the door, she smirked playfully over at Dallas and raised one of the glasses.

"I think it's time you take a break, Dallas. You'll melt in this heat if you work yourself too hard...And then who am I going to drink by the pool with, hmm?" she cooed, walking in that sultry way of hers over to him and holding the glass out. "...You don't have to worry - it's only you and I for the afternoon. My brother and his girlfriend won't be home until much later tonight..." she assured him, raising her eyebrow with a mischievous turn of her lips.

Perhaps it was crass, too forward. But Sophie had never been a creature for subtlety. Growing up she had been the most spoiled out of all the siblings - she was used to getting her way. And maybe she was tired of Harvey taking her play things away from her. Perhaps, for now at least, she wanted to get what she wanted.

NOTES: soooo excited! | WORDS: enough | OUTFIT: red bikini and sun hat!

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[Dallas Harper]

BIG DREAMS, GANGSTER, SAID YOU HAD TO LEAVE TO START YOUR LIFE OVER && 
BUT HE WAS CHASING PAPER, CAUGHT UP IN THE GAME, IT WAS THE LAST I HEARD
STOLE YOU OUT OF MY LIFE

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Dallas flashed her a quick smile before taking the drink from her, "Miss, that's kind of you." He pulled the glass to his lips and chugged half the glass in a few gulps. He was thirsty. Could he ask her to get him another? "No big plans tonight, miss?" He asked, setting the net down and having a seat on one of the lounger. He pressed the cold glass against his forehead in an attempt to keep himself cool in the desert heat. He'd tried to get out here in the morning to clean the pool but he'd been lazy and woken up late. Now he was stuck working the net in the peak of the heat during the afternoon. [/font][/div]

"That shade of red looks good on you." He said, nodding to her. She was going to be a bit forward so why shouldn't he? Even if he didn't plan on getting his hands underneath that suit, he might as well butter her up. He'd been trying to lure her in a little bit- maybe ask for a raise or get something more out of her time tanning by the pool. Knowing the way things turned out for him, he'd be fired or beat up by her brother.

Dallas tapped his knee and took another sip of the drink- they were stronger today. Swallowing his hefty sip, Dallas licked his lips, "Thank you. It seems your pool and the leaves don't treat me with as much kindness as you do me." Dallas looked to the pool- still some work to do. Fuck it. He was gonna take the break and come back tomorrow if they wanted him- and if they paid him. "Do you work, miss? Model? Act? A pretty face like yours must be in front of the camera." Dallas gulped down the rest of his drink and began chewing on the ice. "Do you visit your brother for the pool? Or do you live here?" He asked, quite curious. "Oh, eh... a refill would sure be swell- if it wouldn't be too much trouble, miss."

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[NOTE] Kinda crappy but I hope it's still ok! (:
[Tag] Sophie Renard-Wolfe

[Sophie Renard-Wolfe]

Don't you be wastin' all your money on syrup and honey - because I'm sweet enough

Oh he was handsome.

He looked like something out of a magazine or a movie or something. He was so handsome. How could he possibly stand to be that attractive? Wasn't it distracting? Did women stop him in the streets? And how the hell was he not married? Were women in this town crazy? Couldn't they see how gorgeous he was? And he was so sweet too. And his smile. Jeez. When he looked at her like that she felt her heart leap in her chest. Harvey was keeping her locked away to stay out of trouble. But what else could he expect from her when he left her home all day and hired the hottest pool boy to ever grace God's green earth?

Dallas flashed that dangerous smile of his and she practically melted as she handed the fuller glass over to him. He could have asked her for anything and she would have said yes. He could have asked her the location and combination to her brother's safe and she would have no hesitation giving it to him. He was just...so handsome. And charming to boot.

Miss, that's kind of you

She watched him chug the drink she'd mixed for him, watched the muscles in his throat quiver. But in order to not make him feel like he was drinking alone, she took a rather generous sip of her own drink.

No big plans for tonight, miss?

"Please, call me Sophie. Nobody calls me miss." she giggled, tactfully avoiding the question as he took a seat on the lounger. The sun hat protected her face from getting burned - which was good because the sun was mighty powerful today. She could see the sweat beading on his shoulders and watched with sympathy as he held the cold glass to his forehead.

That shade of red looks good on you

Like an excited puppy, she lapped up all the attention Dallas was giving her. She curled and uncurled her toes in excitement and wriggled a little on the lounger with delight. She knew the red was the right choice! Men loved a lady in red. There were even songs about it. Red was the color of desire - and that's what she wanted to plant in Dallas' mind. Cheekily, she bit her lower lip and leaned back in the lounger, letting the sun warm the bare skin of her abdomen, legs and clavicle.

"Oh, this old thing? I have been meaning to get a new one. Maybe in blue..." she commented casually with a playful shrug as she took another sip of her drink. Alcohol and the pills she took were not a good mix. But she didn't care what it did to her body - it made her feel good. And it meant she drank less. Harvey didn't like her drinking too much - he thought it was unfeminine. Of course Roxie could do whatever she pleased and he'd still think the sun shone out of her ass - but it seemed everything Sophie did was wrong.

Thank you. It seems your pool and the leaves don't treat me with as much kindness as you do me

Sophie smirked and downed the rest of her drink, placing the empty glass by the pool side.

"Well maybe I'll have a word with the pool and the leaves. Get them to treat you right..." she purred, playfully leaning forward by resting her elbows on her knees now.

Dallas was busy looking at the pool - and Sophie's head began to spin. The alcohol had hit her system along with the pills and she felt her cheeks grow red from the sudden rush. She heard the blood rush behind her ears and she brushed her hat from her head, running a hand through her hair as her tongue ran over her lower lip.

Do you work, miss? Model? Act? A pretty face like yours must be in front of the camera. Do you visit your brother for the pool? Or do you live here?

Sophie looked at him for a moment, her pupils dilated and a doe-like confusion on her face. Sophie? A model? An actress? Oh he was calling her pretty. Dallas. Dallas with his big muscles, strong arms and warm eyes. Dallas with his charming smile and perfect teeth and...Oh, he'd asked her a question. Bashfully, she ducked away from him and let out a coquettish giggle.

"Me? Oh, oh you're so sweet. No, no I don't work." she closed the gap between them, leaning over to whisper to him. She slipped her knees between his to lean in closer and whispered in his ear. "I do live here...Have my own bedroom and everything..."

But he'd finished his drink.

Oh, eh...a refill sure would be swell - if it wouldn't be too much trouble, miss

Blinking, she pulled back and looked down at her empty glass.

"...What a wonderful idea! I need a refill too." she giggled, taking his hand and entwining their fingers as she pranced excitedly inside where the jug of gin and lemon squash sat on the table with large ice cubes in it. Having left the glasses outside, Sophie bent over to get them fresh ones, maybe lingering a little as she bent over. Okay, so she loved to tease him. After a few seconds, she pulled out two fresh glasses and filled them both with her strong concoction.

"I do live here, you know..." she repeated, leaning over the counter and lowering her voice again. "But this next part, you can't tell anybody okay?" she reached up and held out her pinky finger for him to link with his. "You have to pinky promise me you won't tell anybody." she was quite childish at times, especially when she was too high to properly filter herself. And once he had agreed to the pact, she revealed the truth to him. "My brother Harvey? His real name is Harvey Wolfe. He's a gangster. And he doesn't let me leave this house." she leaned back a little so he could see she wasn't joking.

"Ever."

NOTES: soooo excited! | WORDS: enough | OUTFIT: red bikini and sun hat!

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