Tom
Collins was about to say somethings caustic but something startled him.
It wasn't the noise outside the room. No, it had just been rather loud and ruckus. What concerned Tom was the silence.
"The songs over, out!"
Tom started pushing at the lump of the man standing in the door way. He turned back to Kiki befor Mickey has time to begin his protestations.
"Hide!" He winked at her, "No, worries sweetness, we'll be outside if things get tough."
He turned back towards the big guy, "Go on! Git!"
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Mr. White
The song haad just ended and his head was damp with nervous anticipation.
He licked his ferrety lips.
Mr. White's moony, bespectacled eyes inquired at Angel.
"Now?" He almost whispered.
He was used to giving the orders but his new found giddiness was leaving him awkward and at the mercy of his fair acquaintance.
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Although Tom's shoves could hardly shift the hulking mountain of a man, Mickey allowed himself to be ushered out the door by the young man's intensity. A stage-hand passed by as they exited the dressing room, cocking a dissaproving eyebrow at the both of them. Tom's head was still inside the door, saying something to Kiki.
"You're right, kid," Mickey grunted at Tom as he shut the door, "Dis aint th' coat-check room."
The stagehand rolled his eyes and bustled past, mumbling to himself about the degrading quality of the clientel. Mickey poked Tom in the ribs. "You want I should take care of 'im? Witnesses make me noivous."
Although Tom's shoves could hardly shift the hulking mountain of a man, Mickey allowed himself to be ushered out the door by the young man's intensity. A stage-hand passed by as they exited the dressing room, cocking a dissaproving eyebrow at the both of them. Tom's head was still inside the door, saying something to Kiki.
"You're right, kid," Mickey grunted at Tom as he shut the door, "Dis aint th' coat-check room."
The stagehand rolled his eyes and bustled past, mumbling to himself about the degrading quality of the clientel. Mickey poked Tom in the ribs. "You want I should take care of 'im? Witnesses make me noivous."
Lola
Lola was getting anxious. This, she decided, was definitely a bad thing, as it didn't usually happen. Although, she didn't normally try and make men follow her in very public places to... not so public places.
She had seen several different methods used by other women in the cage and various other establishments, but... it was very different when one had to it for oneself.
Taking the steps down from the stage, Lola moved over to the table where the man sat, tilting her head and pulling up a smile. Damnit. She hated smiling. It hurt her cheeks.
"So... I've been reading your notes and I was wondering if you..." She had no idea what to say next, and hoped to high heaven that she looked vaguelly seductive while figuring it out. She was used to having to convince men to leave their place, but... why did it have to be him?
"Wanted to come with me for a little after-show drink?" She finished, blaspheming in her head. An 'after-show drink'? What on earth was wrong with her head?
Worst...excuse....ever.
She pushed her hip a little further out and moved her leg further through the slit in her dress, hoping it would distract him enough from noticing her slip.
Lola was getting anxious. This, she decided, was definitely a bad thing, as it didn't usually happen. Although, she didn't normally try and make men follow her in very public places to... not so public places.
She had seen several different methods used by other women in the cage and various other establishments, but... it was very different when one had to it for oneself.
Taking the steps down from the stage, Lola moved over to the table where the man sat, tilting her head and pulling up a smile. Damnit. She hated smiling. It hurt her cheeks.
"So... I've been reading your notes and I was wondering if you..." She had no idea what to say next, and hoped to high heaven that she looked vaguelly seductive while figuring it out. She was used to having to convince men to leave their place, but... why did it have to be him?
"Wanted to come with me for a little after-show drink?" She finished, blaspheming in her head. An 'after-show drink'? What on earth was wrong with her head?
Worst...excuse....ever.
She pushed her hip a little further out and moved her leg further through the slit in her dress, hoping it would distract him enough from noticing her slip.
If I told you I was innocent, would you believe me?
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"You guys better be!"
As they left, she quickly went to shut and lock the door. Turning around, she scanned the room. Noticing an elaborately decorated red and gold screen, with a few garments hanging over the top, she decided that was her best chance. Scuttling over to the corner adjacent to the door, she nipped around behind the screen, where she found an equally elaborately decorated stool. Sitting down, she waited impatiently for Lola and their victim to arrive, tracing the patterns on the screen with her eyes and tapping her nails on the stool's side.
"You guys better be!"
As they left, she quickly went to shut and lock the door. Turning around, she scanned the room. Noticing an elaborately decorated red and gold screen, with a few garments hanging over the top, she decided that was her best chance. Scuttling over to the corner adjacent to the door, she nipped around behind the screen, where she found an equally elaborately decorated stool. Sitting down, she waited impatiently for Lola and their victim to arrive, tracing the patterns on the screen with her eyes and tapping her nails on the stool's side.
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Angel suppressed a laugh. While Lola was a wonderful singer, she was terrible at acting. She stood up and grabbed Lola's hand. "Lola dear," She said smiling . "Why don't you go and freshen yourself up a bit in your dressing room and I'll take Mr. White back there when I think your ready." She looked at Mr. White, then back to Lola. "Does that sound all right?"
Angel suppressed a laugh. While Lola was a wonderful singer, she was terrible at acting. She stood up and grabbed Lola's hand. "Lola dear," She said smiling . "Why don't you go and freshen yourself up a bit in your dressing room and I'll take Mr. White back there when I think your ready." She looked at Mr. White, then back to Lola. "Does that sound all right?"
"Rock, paper, Grenade! I win!" -My little sister.
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Dyslexics untie!
Lola
Lola felt a smile of relief flutter across her face and inclined her head, hoping that Mr. White hadn't seen.
"Thank you; that would be lovely." She let her hand trail on the table for a moment before resting it on Angel's shoulder in gratitude. She swept in what she hoped was a graceful manner towards her room, pausing by the curtain and glancing back at the table, flashing a smile at the man at the table.
Lola felt a smile of relief flutter across her face and inclined her head, hoping that Mr. White hadn't seen.
"Thank you; that would be lovely." She let her hand trail on the table for a moment before resting it on Angel's shoulder in gratitude. She swept in what she hoped was a graceful manner towards her room, pausing by the curtain and glancing back at the table, flashing a smile at the man at the table.
If I told you I was innocent, would you believe me?
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