Thread: Maid for you... {Chasseybaby ~ deadmanshand}

Evy grinned at Gideon, listened to him, I cant say I havent done the same. Common sense tends to fly on the window once Im drunk. She giggled at his story and could picture Gideon telling Everyone his life story in a drunken stupor. If we ever play I promise not to sell your secrets, too cheaply. She joked as she turned to glass a bit, watching the flame dance. She turned her head as he spoke and her eyes shimmered when she heard his voice and how wise he sounded. I think Im rubbing off on you she sang and watched him tip the glass back and drink. She screwed up her nose and looked at her own glass. Took a deep breath and followed suit. It was different. He was right it did taste like licorice, but had smooth finish that melted into her stomach. Mmm not bad She set the glass aside and looked out over the crowd and just watched as they moved from piece to piece. She was feeling a lot more relaxed now and not so jiggery as she was before. It was nice to have Gideon here. She had nEvyr seen him leave the house before and to be honest she was happy that he had come with her. The past few months she had grown to really care for him. And now with him coming to her show it almost felt like a Gideons soft voice broke her train of thought and she turned to face him again. A bit of fear crept up her spine as he seemed to want to ask her something, was he about to fire her? Did he not need her anymore? She could see he was trying to be as gentle as posable with her as he could. Her hands shook and she clapped them in her lap. At first she was about to protest about her art. She was just fine painting on the weekends when she had time off. Besides she loved spending time with him and making sure he was taken care of. But then the rest of his statement hit her. Her eyes grew big and for some reason she forgot how to talk. She was speechless. But Gideon I dont, I mean, Wow.. She smiled and laughed, a blush crossing over her cheeks. Are you sure about that Gideon? Id hate to be paid for painting when I should be looking after the house and all. She couldnt hide the excitement in her voice. But I do love the idea, thank you. Mary was soon next to her and waved to them both. Hello, how are we doing tonight? Mary gave Evy a look and smiled. Since you two are in such high spirits, Evy should show you her painting before they are sold off. Evys smile faltered a bit as she turned from her best friend to him. Theres no rush, were having a good time Mary ignore her and turned to Gideon. This is her modesty speaking. I urge you to go and see it, no demand, because she will keep you at this bar all night, the scary cat. Evy glared at her friend. Why are we friends again? Mary grinned and tapped her cheek, Were not were sisters. With that she was gone milling into the crowd. Evy sighed and looked to Gideon chew her bottom lip, a nervous tick. I guess she is right. She hopped from the stool and smoothed the short dress back into place. She again looped her arm into his as they made their way into the gallery. They took their time and admired a few pieces, Evy comments on a couple, explaining how well the artist used texture and color. She Even put a bid on one, knowing her two hundred dollars wouldnt win, but said it would look great in her new studio at his house. Soon they were coming to the end of the show and even slowed her pace, her grip on his arm tightening a fraction. The first few where of places in different times of day and seasons. But once you looked closer you could see they were painted over cuts of photos that still made the same picture. The others were the same, some people and other popular places here in the city. Evy gauged his face her eyes darting to the painting and back to him. It wasnt a Frazetta, but she really wanted to know what he thought. Soon they approached a crowd of people hoovering around a larger piece. The Canvas was a good six feet tall and even behind the masses they could still see her artwork. It was a black and white of Gideon in his home gym training. She had sketched him over and over again till she finally had the right pose to use. She wondered if he even noticed her sitting in the doorway drawing him, so focused he was. She turned back to the wall, his body was a million tiny phots of each winning fight. While the punching bag was all his losses. She had brushed over the pictures but they were still visible through the thin paint. The overall picture was black and white but there were specks of red on his knuckles and the presence of sweat on his brow. It took her months to finish this piece, she poured so much money and time getting Evyry photo the way she wanted it and softening his form. She was too scared to ever tell him what she had painted, but now looking at him now she wondered if she should have. Well? Am I fired? she asked trying to break the tension.