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

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella IMG150x112 Lucca Carbone Skinny was waiting for Lucca by the bar. In the typical Italian mafia sense of humor, Skinny was a very large, borderline obese, man that was twenty years older than Lucca. A neighborhood captain in a local gang absorbed by Capone years ago, Lucca had recruited him earlier to be one of his crew leaders. Skinny was loyal, which was the most important trait Lucca looked for in his men, and also very reliable. His only flaw was that he was a worrier, almost obsessive at times and it gave him stress related stomach pains that were only made worse by his healthy appetite. Well, someone had to worry and Lefty liked to think of Skinny as bearing all his concerns for him so he didn't have to. Lefty, the doll's in the private poker room that's empty right now, Skinny said as Lucca walked up. He looked worried, as always, and gave Lucca a shake of his head in concern. I gotta bad feeling boss, this girl's been nothing but bad luck for us. She's cleaned us out twice right before raids hit and I think third time is not going to be a charm. Easy Skinny, let me talk to the broad first. I've never heard of an informant double dipping and trying to cheat as well as bust a speakeasy, so maybe she is just lucky, replied Lefty, giving the portly man a pat on the shoulder. But, tell the men to get too more lookouts outside on the street with a wire to buzz the club if they see anything. Oh, and tell the bartender to bring another of whatever she's drinking and a soda water for me. Lefty adjusted his tie one last time as he walked towards the velvet curtain on the far side of the club. The band had just started up a new tune, one that Lefty liked. It was upbeat, swinging and had a great melody. What was it called? Oh right, Ain't she sweet. Lefty took that as a good omen as he nodded at the man guarding the curtain and passed through it. The heavy velvet muffled the din of the main room and Lefty's eyes took a second to adjust to the dimly lit side room. He had his best, rakish grin on his face already, hand reaching up to doff his hat in respect for the lady. That smile was Lefty's best weapon with dames and could have a devastating effect on girls, or so he thought. She turned at his entrance and his smile froze on his lips for half a second as his eyes widened. Good looking doll was how Skinny had described her and for once he realized that his captain's penchant for underselling everything was very accurate! If Skinny thought this broad was good looking, Lefty would like to see the dame he called a real looker! Ahem... Lefty said, eyebrows furrowing as a throat clear came out first instead of his greeting. Had he really been unable to speak for a second? It was very unlike him to lose any of his swagger, even with a pretty doll like this one. But, she was quite a looker, and a lot more high class than his normal broads. Very high class in fact, he wondered as he took a closer look. His men might not have his discerning eye, but Lefty thought of himself as a connoisseur of women the way other guys might obsess with wine, whiskey or baseball. He knew all the types that came into his clubs, most working girls or middle class broads looking for fun, and this girl was in a class by herself. Sure she had on a short, scandalous dress that was a common fashion these days, but Lefty could tell the quality of material was a cut better than most of the women in the club. And everything from her jewelry to her shoes shouted expensive or tasteful to his expert eye. Only her makeup might be a bit thick, like a costume applied to look older for going out. She was definitely young, probably a bit wild to be in this club, and very rich. That last part was for sure. No doubt a member of the high society that was the only part of Chicago that Lefty's mafia money couldn't buy access. So what was a high class doll like this doing slumming at his club, as nice as it was? Sorry doll, I meant to say welcome to my club. My name is Lucca, said Lefty with a half-bow. He pulled a chair across from the mysterious girl and sat down leisurely, radiating confidence and keeping an easy smile on his face as he studied her. Those blue-grey eyes were striking, particularly in contrast with her dark red hair, and he found himself captivated already. For a young girl that had been pulled into a back room at an illegal casino run by notoriously violent gangsters, she seemed remarkably at ease, even nonchalent. Perhaps she was from such a high class family that she thought she would always be safe Daddy would look out for her or something. Not a smart assumption when dealing with criminals that didn't respect the law! A waiter appeared with a Planter's Punch and Lefty's soda water, which he took with a dismissive wave. And you are? Lucca asked as he placed the girl's drink on the table by her chair. Thanks for agreeing to have a drink with me. The fellas tell me you've had a real hot streak tonight. And maybe a couple times before that.