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[center [size11 Aston watched as young lady pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, slightly chewing on the tender bit of flesh. She seemed to be considering his offer at the game. She finally seemed to come to a decision with a small smile, “Alright, I’ll go first.” Aston angled his body towards her as she spoke. “Do you need glasses?”]]
[center [size11 The male remained stunned for a bit, this was hardly the question he expected. He laughed a bit before answering, “Um, actually yeah I do need glasses. I, uh, prefer contacts though. I used to break my glasses all the time as a kid. Have to say, that’s the most original question I’ve gotten before.” He smiled slightly before taking a sip of his drink. “I completely forgot what I was going to ask now, that really blew me away. Ah, how about,” He paused trying to think of something new, “What word makes you the most uncomfortable to hear?”]]
  αsтση / LIVE / 192d 19h 25m 59s
[center [size11 The other man pulled a lighter out from his suit pocket and held it at the end of Angelo’s cigarette, it took a few seconds before it caught. The blonde inhaled the toxic substance, a mixture of bitterness and that distinctive taste of tobacco that couldn’t be compared to anything else washed over his tongue and down into his lungs. These days everyone was on about how the little things shortened the lifespan of the smoker but given his profession it would probably be for the best for him to die young. Besides he was still careful not to smoke enough to affect his breathing capacity.]]
[center [size11 “Are you at least going to give me a hint?” The man smiled playfully towards the blonde, still slightly bent forward from lighting the other’s cigarette. “Guessing games are impossible without hints,” The other continued trying to coax the younger male into agreeing.]]
[center [size11 Angelo pretended to muse on the idea, a slight hum as he took another breath of his cigarette. He turned his head when he exhaled the cloud of smoke, mostly out of habit and politeness. “But wouldn’t that ruin the fun?” Casting his glance back he gave a playful smile of his own with a slightly more devilish edge, “Of course I might be persuaded.” He moved away from the railing and towards the other his left hand reaching out and bracing against the other’s lower stomach, Angelo slid his hand just enough for his fingers to slip through the gaps of fabric between the buttons. His fingertips brushed against the other’s skin. “How about this? If you play with me tonight I’ll tell you who I am,” Of course the other could easily rebuff him but it would be an ill-advised move.]]
  αηgεℓσ / LIVE / 192d 19h 45m 34s
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[center [size12 Betty bit her bottom lip and toyed with the idea of playing twenty questions. It was something she had played with boys back home when they were trying to figure out if she would be easy to slip into the bedroom or not. They almost always left that conversation looking for someone else to try an whoo.]]

[center [size12 She kind of wondered why he would be interested in getting to know her. Surely he could have pulled any of the dimes in this joint, but yet here he was. At the bar with Betty. Would it be wrong of her to jump at the chance to take advantage of his serious lack of judgement?]]

[center [size12 “Alright, I’ll go first,” Betty said angling herself closer to Aston. “Do you need glasses?”]]
  [S]peak / -Mercy- / 194d 19h 8m 3s
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[center [size12 If his husband could see him now… As they passed the private room where people were hauling each others ashes. Doing this somewhere outside of a bedroom, he just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. The quicker they got out of this place the better.]]

[center [size12 It didn’t take long for his wish to be granted. The exit door opened and Harold was hit in the face by the brisk cool air. It was a refreshing change from the stuffy smoke filled air of the speakeasy.]]

[center [size12 Harold had never really picked up the habit of smoking, but he had found carrying a lighter comes in handy every once in awhile so he always has one on hand. He pulled the fancy Bic from his pocket and lit the blondes smoke. “Are you at least going to give me a hint?” He asked with a playful smirk. “Guessing games are impossible without hints.”]]

[center [size12 He knew the fairer male was in control of the setting and conversation, it didn’t sit well with him. However, he didn’t know how to regain control of the situation without raising suspicion. For now he would just have to play into this man’s hand.]]
  [S]peak / -Mercy- / 194d 20h 11m 1s
[center [size11 Betty’s head bobbed in agreement to Aston’s offer of a drink and his cheeks felt strained from the widening of his smile. The crowd pushed back against them as they went against the natural flow of the dance floor to reach the bar. The long mahogany counter was mostly kept occupied by singles, a lot of the lower ranking boys and girls of the gang. Aston knew most of them, he made it a point to watch out for the younger recruits. Partially for talent and partially because he’d been one of them all those years ago.]]
[center [size11 Behind the bar were several robotenders; robotic bartenders who, from the waist up, resembled any man or woman. The nearest robotender registered the new additions to the bar and wheeled up to them, following the track that ran the length of the bar so it could take their orders, “What can I get for you this evening?” The robot’s voice was nearly human but with the slightest awkward pace to its pronunciation of words. Aston gestured for his guest to order first, a sort of courtesy, and Betty asked for a 75 French. “And for the gentleman?”]]
[center [size11 “An old fashioned.”]]
[center [size11 “Orange or Cherry?”]]
[center [size11 “Both,” The robotender wheeled away to mix the drinks as soon as the order had been completed. Its programming came with aesthetic flourishes to its mixing for the entertainment of those who ordered. In an instant the drinks were in front of them, Aston swiped his wrist under the hand of the robotender so it could scan his payment information off his watch.]]
[center [size11 With the drinks in hand Betty spoke, “Should we toast? To making new friends?”]]
[center [size11 Aston held his glass up, the ball of ice rolling around the raised bottom of the glass forcing it against the edge, “To new friends.” The two of them drank, Aston enjoyed the slightest burn from the rum and the bourbon. “Since we’re making friends I’d like to get to know you, if that isn’t too forward Betty. How ‘bout a little game? Twenty questions? We each get ten, either we answer or we drink.” He suggested with a lopsided grin.]]
  αsтση / LIVE / 202d 2h 24m 52s
[center [size11 “Yeah, sure,” The man finally said as he followed after Angelo. It wasn’t the best response but generally speaking Angelo didn’t expect too much from others. “And no, I’ve been to a few of these,” Could have fooled him, “but I don’t think I’ve bumped into you at any of them before, and you have a face I would remember.” Other man winked before he finished off what was left of his drink. Points for flirty but not too many for winking, the blonde much preferred sexy banter to obtuse gestures of interest. “What’s your name?”]]
[center [size11 It was difficult to hear the man as the blonde strode in front of him, leading him through the club. The crowds tended to part for those who walked with the kind of confidence that the blonde commanded, it was the kind of confidence that came with his family’s name. A name he wasn’t in a hurry to share. After all where was the fun in that?]]
[center [size11 “Sweetie, no one just [i bumps] into me,” He said with just enough volume for the other to hear as he glided up the stairs. There was a curl in his lips that could be heard in his tone, a sort of amusement that came from knowing things others did not. Above the dance floor were semi private areas, curtained off booths that were perfect for private showings of the dancers or other general perverted acts. It was impossible not to hear what was happening. Angelo could have gone to the balcony downstairs, it wasn’t particularly comfortable to have to stroll through the grunts and false moans of the hired girls and boys. It was made all the more of a stroll as the blonde finally slowed his pace making the walk through take that much longer. But those sounds were exactly why he chose to walk through, he wanted it to be uncomfortable like twisting the knife to pull forth a scream. Just with less blood, sadly. “You know, it’s bad manners to ask for a name without giving one, don’t you?” He tossed back towards the other.]]
[center [size11 “As for my name, why don’t I make you guess?” The blonde was specific in the choice of the [i make], he wanted to make sure the other male knew he wasn’t in control of their exchange. Crossing the room Angelo pressed his hand against the door’s release, the tinted glass that was practically indistinguishable from a window slid open to the balcony. The blonde had spent enough time up there to be familiar with the layout. He moved out towards the glass railings and turned so he was facing towards the building and his new plaything. His hand snaked back to pull out his cigarettes from his back pocket, “Give me a light?”]]
  αηgεℓσ / LIVE / 203d 18h 21m 17s
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[center [size12 When Harold had joined the police force he had never imagined how far his career would take him, or that he would ever make it to an undercover unit. But as it had turned out Harold had a way of getting people to talk to him. His voice was smooth like honey, and his golden brown eyes were warm and inviting. People trusted him and he used that to his advantage.]]

[center [size12 Harold was dressed in a nice suit, with his hair slicked back to tame his curly locks. “Are you going out again?” The question came from his husband, Truman. The younger man was sitting in the couples living room, with a book and coffee.]]

[center [size12 Harold had been spending many nights at the speakeasy’s trying to make friends with the higher ups in the mob. He was posing as a trust fund baby from the west coast. With his charming looks and an endless supply of cash from an actual trust fund he had no problem befriending the elite of the city and securing an unsound spot working for one the captains who had taken a liking to him.]]

[center [size12 “It’s work again,” Harold said adjusting a cufflink. “Another lavish party where I have to smile and look pretty.”]]

[center [size12 His husband got up from where he was sitting and made his way over to Harold. He took Harold’s wrist and fixed the cufflink he had been messing with, then leaned up and gave him a kiss. “Well that shouldn’t be too hard for you, you always look good.” Truman said with a smile.]]

[center [size12 Harold smiled and took his husband’s hand, giving a gentle kiss to the back of it, using the other hand he cupped his cheek. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He said softly. “I love you and I’ll see you when I get home later.” Harold gave Truman another quick kiss before heading out the door.]]

[center [size12 Lately he had been feeling bad that he had been leaving his husband at home. He was Truman was dying to get out of the house for something other than grocery shopping, but taking him to something like this was too dangerous. The less people who knew about his love at home the better. Truman was his world and if he ever lost him he would never forgive himself.]]

[center [size12 The party was the same as the last. Dangerous men rubbing elbows with the people who kept them out of jail as long as they kept lining their pockets green. Honestly, it was disgusting the amount of corruption that went on behind closed doors. Harold would be happy when he saw every last one of these bastards behind closed door.]]

[center [size12 Harold ordered and paid for his drink before he went to stand off in a corner and watched the festivities. He pulled at his tie, loosening it from his neck where it had been suffocating him and kind of bobbed to the music playing. He had found it best to watch people before approaching them. That way he could determine the hierarchy and where to start to work his way up. He was enjoying his bourbon when a small slim figure approached him.]]

[center [size12 The man reached out and adjusted Harold’s tie for him and he was taken aback by the intrusive approach. He vaguely recognized him as someone closer to the boss. If Harold could get close to him then maybe he could find his way into the inner circle.]]

[center [size12 “Yeah sure,” Harold said once his feet were back on the ground from the hurricane the younger man had caused. He wasn’t much of a smoker, but he was what he job needed him to be. “And no, I’ve been to a few of these but I don’t think I’ve bumped into you at any of them before, and you have a face I would remember.” Harold gave the other guy a wink before downing his drink. “What’s your name?”]]
  [S]peak / -Mercy- / 204d 13h 54m 20s
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[center [size12 The feeling of someone grabbing her hand sent jolts down Betty's spine. She wasn't surprised to turn and find her dancing partner reaching for her.]]

[center [size12 “Would it be alright for me to buy you a drink, Betty?” He said with a smile. The twinkle in his eye seemed to light up the room and Betty was entranced. She wasn't much of a drinker but she found herself nodding her head in affirmation.]]

[center [size12 Betty allowed him to steer her towards the bar where the robotender took drink orders. Betty had tried giggly water a few times back home but had never really been a fan of it. Her father had told her it was an acquired taste, and she was sure she was never going to acquire the taste for it.]]

[center [size12 When the robotender took their order Betty ordered a French 75, one of the few drinks she knew she could stomach, and her companion took an old fashioned. The tender came back with their orders and handed Betty a champagne flute garnished with a lemon peel and blueberry, and his was served over a ball of ice with a orange wedge on top.]]

[center [size12 “Should we toast?” Betty said. “To making new friends?”]]
  [S]peak / -Mercy- / 204d 14h 29m 37s
[center [size11 The loud bass of the music pounded against Angelo’s ear drums, each measure like a heartbeat for the party. The blonde watched the desperate throngs of guests dancing around them all of them pathetic in their attempt to be sensual in their movements. Honestly the ones of the floor could hardly compare to the dancers that were hired to entertain that evening. The young man knew nearly all the dancers by name, save the few fresh faces, as he frequently lazed about in the establishment. His lazing was facilitated by the fact his current indulgence and boss owned the club. One of the many benefits of sleeping with one of the most powerful men in the city.]]
[center [size11 Normally Angelo would have been completely out of the older man’s league. The old gentlemen was greying, his frame weakening enough to shorten his height below six foot, and his stomach was slowly inching out. But it wasn’t his appearance that had drawn Angelo to the man but his power, wealth, and willingness to allow Angelo to pursue his true passion in killing.]]
[center [size11 Angelo on the other hand was only a few inches over five foot, and weighed next to nothing even soaking wet. Sure he was well built in his own sense, like a skater or a volleyball player, lean and small built more for agility and flexibility than overwhelming strength. Of course his peach complexion told anyone that he’d never had to work a day out in the sun. His gentle blonde curls gave the perfect nod to his holy name, with eyes just as golden as his hair he could turn just about anyone’s head. Tonight he was dressed in a tight fitting black shirt made of a sheer fabric allowing for all the contours of his chest to be visible and a keyhole in the back that showed off his perfectly smooth skin which was dotted with small moles, a silk blazer in a rich orchid purple, well fitted black jeans tight enough to make the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket blatant, and black leather ankle boots that had a slight heel.]]
[center [size11 The blonde was sipping at a Black Dahlia and giggling at some stupid joke one of his lover’s friends had said. He was distracted enough that he didn’t immediately notice Aston’s approach. Angelo had known Aston for about as long as he’d been sleeping with the boss, so around four or five years? Aston was posed to be next in line for the gang and it was easy to see why. The man was tall and had an imposing figure, very handsome and unfortunately very straight, with sharp eyes. He was smart and well liked but most of all he was a tactical thinker; he knew who to suck up to, who to challenge, and who to leave the hell alone. Angelo fell into the latter category, he was a hitman with power and money but little interest in the continuous game of chess that was the higher positions of the mob. So long as he got to rack up a body count he was content with his place in the organization.]]
[center [size11 “I had to break myself out, how rude would it be if I didn’t come to welcome our newest friends this evening?” Aston said, responding to something Angelo’s lover had said.]]
[center [size11 Angelo had to lean across the older man in order to be heard over the insistent noise of the party, “Well tonight would be the perfect night to stage a break out. I think half the police force is in attendance of this little shindig of ours. In a less, [i official] capacity of course.” At the young man’s statement the taller man looked around at the guests. Casting his own glance about at the room the blonde felt a little restless. He stood, using the plush seat as a stepping stone to get up on the table without having to do some awkward climbing into the surface. Shrugging out of his jacket he tossed it back towards the place he’d been previously sitting, “I want to dance.” Angelo knew that neither of the two men would be joining him but he didn’t really care, dancing was really just an excuse for him to find something or rather someone to keep him entertained.]]
[center [size11 It was easy enough for the small young man to maneuver the dance floor, so long as he just kept moving with the flow of the crowd he was fine. Passing through the crowd he saw many faces he recognized, politicians, celebrities, some high ranking police officers , a couple of prostitutes pretending to be people’s dates, and plenty of gang members. As he neared the other edge of the floor a man caught his eye.]]
[center [size11 Tall, with light chestnut colored hair, skin almost as flawless as Angelo’s own, and honey colored eyes. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a crimson tie and stainless steel cufflinks. He was drinking an amber colored liquid in a plain crystal glass. Probably scotch. Bot honestly it wasn’t his appearance that caught Angelo’s eye, at least not that aspect of it.]]
[center [size11 The man just looked so [i awkward].]]
[center [size11 He kept shifting his glance from his drink to the crowd of people dancing like a boy a middle school dance. He’d obviously tried to style his hair, emphasis on [i tried]. And that blatant red tie was askew, clearly the man didn’t have much experience with ties. Sure the guy was definitely attractive, strong jawline, broad shoulders, and obscenely long fingers. He also looked vaguely familiar, Angelo had definitely seen him before. He must have been under one of the captains, high enough up to snag an invitation to the celebratory party the boss was throwing that evening, but not high enough for Angelo to actually know his name. The more he mused on it the firmer the image in his mind became, the man did work under one of the captains; Julian who ran import and export . Well, with luck he was more interesting than he was composed.]]
[center [size11 Angelo practically strutted across the floor towards the man, he barely gave the other time to register his presence before he was reaching out and fixing the other’s tie. “First time?” The blonde posed, watching the confusion flicker across the other’s face, “At one of these parties.” He elaborated with a lazy turning of his hand in the general direction of the others. “Come with me for a smoke?” It was posed like a question but spoken like an order. The blonde began walking but the other was still stunned by the whirlwind, he cast his gaze back and rolled his eyes. “I’m not the kind of person who does rejection well, sweetie,” There was a dangerous edge to his voice.]]
  αηgεℓσ / LIVE / 219d 6h 38s
[center [size11 There wasn’t much need for Aston to lead the petite girl, she knew the steps well enough to keep up with the pace of the song though he could tell she didn’t dance too often. He had a way of reading people, it came with the job he would guess. With each movement her dress caught the few light there was in the club and reflected it back. She was practically shimmering as they danced. It felt impossible for him to take his eyes off of her. How a doll like her wasn’t on the arm of someone else was beyond him. He didn’t know a damn thing about her but hell if he wasn’t going to try to find out tonight.]]
[center [size11 Too quickly the song was over, the two of them breathing a little quicker barely a hairs space between them. “I may have two left feet, but I’m sure even a dewdropper could dance the Charleston,” Her smile was bright and her round cheeks flushed. “I’m Betty,” She dipped a little in a curtsey to him, “and it was berries meeting you.” And with that the young lady was turning to leave.]]
[center [size11 His smile dropped as she turned around, quickly he darted after her. Catching her hand he pulled her back so she faced him again. “Would it be alright for me to buy you a drink, Betty?” His smile back in place and an eager glint in his eyes.]]
  αsтση / LIVE / 230d 4h 25m 55s
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[center [size14 It felt like a whirlwind, one second she was with her cousin and her date and the next she was on the dance floor in the arms of a handsome stranger. Luckily he didn't have to lead her too much, even back home they had little shindigs once a month, and dancing was something she had taken to like a horse to water. She just didn't do it very often because she didn't like people staring.]]
[center [size14 But dancing with him it was like no one else was in the room. His intense grey eyes held her baby blues and everything just seemed to melt away. Betty had known the city was going to be exciting, she just hadn't expected it to be this exciting so soon.]]
[center [size14 "I may have two left feet, but I'm sure even a dewdropper could dance the Charleston," she said once she found her voice again after the dance ended. "I'm Betty," She said with a little curtsy and smile. "And it was berries meeting you." Betty turned to leave, sure he was done with her now that he had his dance, and searched for her cousins red dress in the sea of people in the speak easy.]]
  [Speak] / -Mercy- / 240d 19h 9m 6s
[center [size11 The girl turned slowly to look back at Aston, she was a tiny little thing with a sweet doe eyed stare. Her face was made to look a bit round with her dark locks cropped above her shoulder and curling in along her jaw. Jewel red lips parted as her winged eyes darted up to his face. “I’m not much of a hopper, sir. But If I do dance one dance tonight I could make sure it’s with you,” Those sweet lips turned to a smile as she said this to him.]]
[center [size11 Taking her words as an invitation he reached out and took her small hand in his own, pulling her along with him towards crowd of dancers. He could still see her from the corner of his eyes and honestly it was hard for him to keep his eyes faced forward so he wouldn’t steer them into another couple. The light was reflecting off the dangling fringe of her silver colored dress like crystal tear drops raining on her delicate frame. “I find that hard to believe, a dazzling gal like you must spend a year’s worth of time dancing with admirers,” He flashed her toothy smile, so white it practically glowed in the dim lighting of the club.]]
[center [size11 Finding a space large enough for the two of them out on the dancing floor Aston turned ‘round to his partners just as the holoband began to play a song. A swing beat, nice and smooth and sure to get everyone in the mood to move. “Sounds like a perfect song for a fox trot. A doll like you surely knows how to dance a one step.” His arm snaked about her waist with his hand resting on her lower back and pulled her in closer to him, “But if you don’t, then just follow my lead and you’ll pick it up quick as a lick.” He gave a sly wink before he began dancing.]]
  αsтση / LIVE / 283d 35m 54s
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[center [size14 When Betty's cousin had phoned her and asked for the girl to move to the city with her she had been hesitant. She had liver her whole life on a farm and the city was for tough folks, people who knew what it took to survive. Betty knew how to do laundry.]]

[center [size14 In the end the allure of the flashy night life and the opportunity to be more then just a farm girl won over and she said yes. Betty said good bye to her parents and bought the first bus ticket into the city. The tall skyscrapers and flashy new cars dazzled her as her cosuin showed her around.]]

[center [size14 "You're going to love it Bette," the girl assured Betty. The two of them were getting ready for a party that Claire had been invited to. It was Betty's first city party was a little nervous. "That parties are always the bees knees and anyone who matters is there."]]

[center [size14 The thought of being in a room full of powerful people was as intimidating as it was exciting. She has longed dreamed of the day when she would meet a man who would sweep her off her feet and romance her. The men had tried back home but there was something unappealing of a man who only had another farm to offer her.]]

[center [size14 "I don't know Claire," she said looking at herself in the mirror. "Don't you think it's too dolled up?" Betty was wearing a new silver dress with arm straps so thing they were essentially pointless and the entire thing was fringe. It was fun to twirl in though, it would definitely make doing the Charleston fun. Her hair had recently been cut short in a fashionable bob and was held back with a fancy jeweled band.
Her lips were a painted a bright red and her eyes lined with dark charcoal. The girl from the country was drowned by a right flapper. "I look like a flour lover."]]

[center [size14 "You know you look fine. Now lets go the dimbox is here." Betty sighed and followed her out the door to the cab.]]

[center [size14 The party was held in a speakeasy, filled with flappers and the rich men they were there to impress. Betty had never seen such a flashy and extravagant place before and was easily enthralled by all the sights around her.]]

[center [size14 “Don’t suppose you’d spare me a spot on your dance card, miss?” Betty was caught off guard and turned around with a little gasp. Surely this gent wasn't talking to her. He was easily one of the most attractive men in the whole place and here he was asking her for a dance. Was this real life?]]

[center [size14 "Oh I'm not much of a hopper, sir," she said with a small smile. "But if I do dance one dance tonight I could make sure it's with you."]]
  [Speak] / -Mercy- / 310d 12h 29m 30s
[center [size11 Aston walked leisurely across the wooden floor his grey brown eyes flashing over red velvet curtains that were being peeled by tight looking young men all dressed up in a white shirts and black slacks with shining shoes that clacked against the equally polished floor. The curtains pulled back to reveal a world unlike any other. Loud voices drunk on equal parts laughter, lust, and alcohol. Perfumes of sex reeked on every woman who sparkled in their short dresses.]]
[center [size11 As the guests danced, and drank, and did just about everything that they could dream of while the light of twilight rained down through the panoramic windows that lined one of the walls giving them an orange glow from the sun which now seemed below them from the height of their skyscraper. The lively jazz music of the holo-band seemed to flow from every orifice the room had. Hands reached towards him grabbing at the smooth black fabric of his suit, nearly tearing the garment from his body as he made his way across the extravagant party.]]
[center [size11 “There you are Aston, here I was thinking you’d gotten locked away,” The warm, enveloping voice of Aston’s boss barely carried over the crowd but had a sense of command to it. Easily the most powerful man in the city and he barely reached six foot, and now leaning down with a scotch he seemed so much smaller sinking down into the wine red leather of his booth seat. A mobster and a madman he looked far too old and letting on weight to be in power much longer.]]
[center [size11 At his side was a familiar face in the gang, Rosario Angelo Leone, the banker’s boy. A petty little thing, as friendly and flirtatious as any of the dime girls who were dancing up on the various stages around them and cozied up to the boys from the gang and men in city council. But unlike the dancers Angelo was far more dangerous for under those soft blonde locks and feather duster eyelashes was an unquenchable love for spilling blood. Barely twenty and certainly not legal but everything was legal behind closed doors wasn’t it? Angelo seemed to be laughing at something while he sipped at his drink, a joke that Aston had missed perhaps.]]
[center [size11 “Oh, I did. I had to break myself out, how rude would it be it be if I didn’t come to welcome our newest friends this evening?” He joked merrily picking a glass of some concoction of sorts and bringing it to his lips.]]
[center [size11 “Well tonight would be the perfect night to stage a break out,” Angelo piped in, leaning over the boss to be heard over the roaring party. “I think half the police force is in attendance of this little shindig of ours. In a less, [i official] capacity of course.” Aston cast a glance about though he already knew he couldn’t distinguish the guests in their drunkenness. There was a clatter from outside his view, he glanced over towards the boss and Angelo to see that the blonde was now standing on the plush seat, he took off his orchid colored suit jacket and tossed it back towards the boss revealing a tight fitting long sleeved shirt that seemed to shimmer under the dim light of the speak easy with a large keyhole in the back that showed off nearly every inch of his skin. “I want to dance,” The blonde proclaimed with a smile that made one’s hair stand on end, in a broad step he stood up on the table and gracefully crossed the table only to jump off his retreating form merging into nothing more than the pale expanse of the young man’s skin.]]
[center [size11 “At times he looks every bit a daffodil but then he smiles in that way that makes you want to check to see if he stuck a knife between your ribs,” Aston said turning his attention back to the boss.]]
[center [size11 “That’s what makes him so exciting. You ought to find something like that,” The boss gave a heavy handed gesture of the guests about them.]]
[center [size11 But Aston only laughed, “I get enough of that kind of excitement at work.” The dark haired man lifted his glass to the older man, “To a good election year!” With a single movement he threw the drink back before he moved off to greet his other associates and business partners.]]
[center [size11 Within half an hour he’d downed another three glasses and was deep in conversation with a friend when a bright red flash across the room caught his eyes. “Isn’t that the good senator and his mistress? The little secretary he keeps for rainy Sundays? The skirt in the red dress.”]]
[center [size11 “Ha, yeah. She young enough to be his daughter wouldn’t you say?”]]
[center [size11 “That she is. But,” His eyes slowed as they traced a smaller figure near the senator and his date, “who’s the dame next to them? She looks a little lost, and I don’t see any friends of the senator on her arms.”]]
[center [size11 “Don’t know, you gonna go over there?”]]
[center [size11 “Yeah, I think I will,” He was near halfway across the floor before the last word slipped past his lips. He kept his eyes on the girl even as he handed his drink off to a service man. She was faced away from him when he finally reached her. “Don’t suppose you’d spare me a spot on your dance card, miss?”]]
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