Thread: Bright Young Thing ::: {Prince of Smut & Ariamella}

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella Relief flooded the young woman's chest as soon as she and Penelope were out on the streets of north Chicago, breathing in the chilly air. It was crisp, biting to the bone as it cooled them off from the heat of being in the speakeasy. The time was around midnight now, and the streets were considerably emptier than when they were last out the last of the shopkeepers were locking up, and couples in love giggled past, hands interlaced as they ran off to do whatever it was couples in love did. Scarlett buttoned up her coat, covering the dress she was wearing, knowing that the extras coverage it provided would turn less heads as they started the walk back to the car. The start of the walk began in comfortable silence, and she thought about the events that transpired that night, specifically her conversation with Lucca. She was surprised that he hadn't said anything else as she walked out, but she prayed that he took her advice and left. If anything, it was an exciting experience although strange all the same. Hopefully it was something she wouldn't have to repeat, but on another level, she hoped she would see him again... He was so different than the men who courted her, and his eyes just made everything melt , smoldering with darkness and something hot. But she knew that after this night, he would most likely fade into some distant memory as just another guy at just another club from just another night. Scarlett? Penelope's voice broke the night air with an inquisitive tone as she turned to look at her friend. You're not this quiet... What happened? You didn't... You know... Get violated or anything, right? The redhead looked back at her, unable to settle on an amused or shocked reaction. No, it was nothing of that sort. The club owner just had a chat with me... Oh, if you had seen him... He was it you know? You woulda been stuck on him. A smirk lit up the blonde's face. Would you have let him neck you? Well- I, Penny- Scarlett stammered before regaining her composure. Yes. He must have been awfully good looking then. Too bad you couldn't keep him even with your luck. She pulled forward, skipping a couple steps before complaining, Come on, Scar, let's go, I'm cold! A lady never runs in heels, the other woman said, besides, we're almost there! They were quite a ways away from the Bayview now, already almost a block and a half away. It was good because it meant that there was almost no chance of them being associated with the underground club. Penelope's car could be seen in the distance, almost exactly where they had left it. They were just reaching the familiar string of high-class shops when a deep whisper came out of the nearby alleyway, a surprised Miss Hayes? seemingly coming out of nowhere. A large man dressed in a police uniform stepped briefly out of the shadows, giving a nod in the two girls' direction before continuing, What are you doing here? It's awfully late, even for you socialites to be running around! Hello, Officer Jones, Penelope answered, fidgeting slightly in the presence of her family friend, We were just coming back from, the... Ah, jazz club! It was unfortunate that she had said that, just as Scarlett blurted out, The Bayview! Both women exchanged nervous looks with each other before Penelope slowly opened her mouth, attempting to correct their mistake. There was a private jazz showing in the small ballroom at the Bayview. It was very exclusive, sir, and we were just coming back. She was met with a stern look from the tall officer, and it was obvious he wasn't buying it. Okay, okay! The blonde sighed, throwing her hands up in the air. It's Nathaniel and I's anniversary, s- so we met up at the B- Bayview to- to fornicate, but then he broke up with me so I phoned Scarlett to cheer m- me up, and oh, please don't mention it to my father! She broke into tears, wailing lightly on Scarlett's shoulder. Er, it's alright Miss Hayes, I won't say nothin'! I, uh, I- I'm sorry! I think you two ought to head home, and fast. Agent Grady won't take it too well if you guys stick around here. Officer Jones's head turned slightly to the right, directed toward a fair-haired young man who Scarlett could only assume was Agent Grady. She took a step to the right as Penelope blubbered a thanks to the policeman, trying to get a better view. He was... New. She studied him, only hurriedly tearing her eyes away after his head turned to make eye contact. Come, Penelope, you can stay at my house tonight, she said softly, pulling her friend towards the car, smiling at Officer Jones as a farewell. Once safely inside the car, Penelope abruptly quit the stunt, sitting up straight with a grin on her face. Aren't you quite the actress, Scarlett commented, Especially because you let Nathaniel go two days ago. Yes, well, I hadn't counted on seeing one of my father's good friends tonight. The driver's smoky voice interrupted them. Home, Miss Hayes? You two are quite lucky. The police just arrived not too long ago. He started the car, muttering, I really should get paid more for this. Both women nodded silently, relieved to have escaped yet another bad situation. Lucky indeed.