Thread: The Road To Fame (Sumi & Mr Quixotic)

The beer went down a treat. Half of it was already gone when Duke seated himself in front of the stage, and tipped his hat to the singer. The only time his attention left her momentarily, was when he tilted his head towards the bar, raised a brow at a couple of men who were seemingly more interested in the pinstripe suit than the red dress of the woman on stage, and lifted a finger to order another. He didn't even glance up when shortly afterwards it was placed in front of him his eyes were too busy elsewhere. Duane had a perfect line of sight, and his smile widened again as he noted the woman stared straight back. He removed the hat, and placed it on the table in front of him, then displayed even more of his gleaming white teeth, shot her a nod, and unashamedly lowered his gaze to appraise her cleavage. It had been a while since Duane had enjoyed the company of a woman. Whether the attention she directed towards him, as her movements and demeanour turned obviously more flirtatious, came from true interest, Duane wasn't certain. Being one who made his living from conning people, he possessed a naturally suspicious nature and knew all the tricks or at least thought he did and there weren't exactly a lot of other wealthy targets for her to focus on if her intent was malicious. However, that possibility didn't stop him from enjoying the show. Duke bit his lip, shifted in his seat a touch, and followed her hand south. 'Now you better give me a little taste' . At those lyrics, the tip of his tongue peeked out, and he ran it across his lips when he brought his eyes back to hers, and winked to let her know exactly what the gesture was meant to convey. He'd love to taste her sugar, in the most literal sense. The crowd hooted and hollered, and the men clapped and encouraged, but Duke ignored them. The lyrics were risque, and the woman seductive, however he couldn't help but wonder if it were all just an act, and she'd more demure once the lights went down. He'd soon discover the answer to that question, as when the song finished and the lights dimmed, she ordered a drink, and headed straight for him. Why don't you take a seat. Duke's tone was teasingly sarcastic as he leaned forward in his own, adjusted the sleeves of his jacket to smooth out a couple of small creases, and rested his elbows on the table. The woman had already sat down. His fingers tapped the glass, and his head titled to the side to take a good look at the skin which had been revealed with the crossing of her legs, then his focus returned to her face. My Momma always told me, don't matter even if you're dirt-poor, you can still take pride in your appearance. He flicked her a grin pleased that she'd appreciated his dress sense then paused to consider how best to answer her questions. The truth was a good start, or at least a portion of it, and if embellishment helped get her in the sack, even better. He'd paid for a week's lodging, and would need something, or someone, to keep him entertained. An ex-girlfriend is right, and I do stress, ex. You know how crazy some women can get. Saved me a bankroll over on the East Coast, caught my girl cheating, and thought it time to split. Heading to Vegas might get in the Casino business. A lot of money to be made there. Duke finished the last of his beer, then wiped foam off his lips with the back of his wrist, and deftly changed the subject before she could probe any further. Now, what's a talent like you doing in a place like this. Escaping something? He arched a brow, and wondered if she'd caught the double meaning, then his eyes flicked back and forth to survey the crowd. Or you local, and I should be worried about some jealous boyfriend walking in, picking a fight and demanding compensation for talking to you? A brother with a shotgun, maybe? The thief and conman shrugged around these parts those two were likely the same thing then proffered his hand. I'm Duane, you can call me Duke.