Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

Getting a ride back was more trouble than it was worth, but Regan had gotten good at public transit, even if her prior experience before moving to the city had consisted of the school bus. Having a car again would be nice, someday, but now it was an expense of it in the city was one she didn't need. For now, there was PT, Uber, a taxi or friends when public transit or her feet didn't suffice. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Power Exchange and the shoot, and, of course, Matt, enough that she had no exact memories of the faces traveling alongside her, save that a couple had mistaken her inner smiles as outwardly directed, but a quick, distracted wave, a 'don't mind me' shrug, and she had made her escape, her sneakers her heeled boots now residing in her shoulder bag making little rubbery thumps upon pavement and grate while she hurried. Her roommate, Heather, was asleep or gone, so there was no one convenient to talk to as she dug into her closet, looking for just the right thing to wear. Club wear was a necessity, but she couldn't decide whether she should play into the theme of the shoot or not. Of course, her wardrobe was somewhat limited in that regard. The closest thing she had to some of the garb in wardrobe was a pair of leather pants and a leather skirt. The memory of how Matt had looked at her when she knelt in front of him was very much at the forefront of her memory as she selected the skirt, and found herself reaching for a jade green top with a tight collar around the neck that left her arms and shoulders and back bare. In front, it was quite modest, save for the fact that you couldn't wear any sort of conventional bra, and it looked great with a necklace of shiny flat beads. She didn't worry about over or under dressing - Spike's was a place that ran the gauntlet of attire from ratty jeans and T's to formal business wear from those looking to make a statement or just not bothering to head home to change from a day at the office. Nobody'd be surprised to see a struggling actress dressing to catch the eye -- it was another profession that was on call, 24-7, when that next big opportunity could happen from the most casual encounter ... or so 'they' said. It hadn't happened for her yet, but she supposed there was no reason it couldn't. The sun was low in the sky, and the radio was already making noises about fog rolling in later in the evening when Regan headed out, her oversize shoulder bag again holding her black heeled boots and a few other essentials. She changed at the last convenient moment, putting the uninspiring black sneakers deep into the depths of her bag, and strutted off into the street. The scent of spicy food from the street vendors was in the air as she made her way toward Spike's, and her stomach rumbled a little as she passed a bacon dog cart and hurried across the street on the light. The next corner had a small crowd of people gathered around a street performer and a Tamale Lady cart, and Regan was tempted to linger to hear at least a bit more of the performer's rendition of Hotel California, but she could see the neon lit signs that beckoned her on to her destination. Her heels picked up the rhythm of the music, as did her hips, and though she could no longer hear the slightly out-of-tune guitar, the song played well enough in her head that she kept the sway going until she spotted Matt standing there, lit by the remainder of grey-tinged light from the darkening clouds overhead and the warring neons dueling it out to catch the eye of passers by, enticing them to come in and spend their money, or perhaps earn some as well. Regan came to a stop, waiting until his head turned in her direction before she started moving again, letting a hint of the anticipation she felt make its way to her expression. You waited for me. Thanks. It also put just a bit of a spin on their entrance that wasn't lost on her, and again she wondered if casting hadn't made the call right, not only for looks, but for inclination, at least in Matt's case ... and maybe in her own, as she wondered if he was going to add to that impression by offering his arm.