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

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella Scarlett woke with a slight headache, making her her temples and the area behind her eyes throb with a warm pounding as she sat up. She squinted against the hot sun that streamed through her window panes, the bright light let in by the curtains that were currently pushed to the side. Her hands ran over the red satin bedding that covered her four poster bed, and it distinctly reminded her of thick, red velvet curtains that led to a certain room and a certain man inside, dark and handsome with charm that seemed to come so naturally... A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, followed by the voice of her personal attendant Mary. Miss Westin? Your father would like to see you soon, before he leaves for the Federal Building. Shall I come in an assist you with anything? No, no, that's quite alright! Scarlett answered in alarm, scrambling to peel off last night's stickings that she had accidentally slept in. Just- just give me a few moments in the lavatory and I should be right there! She silently cursed herself for having been so exhausted from her late night activities that she had just removed her dress and makeup, leaving everything else on. And if Mary saw any of that, the stupid maid would probably run right downstairs and tell her father or at least mention the sight of risqu clothing strewn about the floor. Go away, Mary, she added with a little extra forcefulness in her tone, just as a precautionary measure against the maid's tendency to snoop and eavesdrop. A trip to the washroom gave her time to freshen up, washing her face and ridding herself of morning breath with the Colgate Ribbon Dental Cream. It worked wonders, that stuff, able to wake her up with the fresh scent of mint as well as take any unwanted traces of alcohol away from her breath. After pinning her hair up in a neat and tidy low bun, she donned a lavender day dress and slipped downstairs to the morning table. Good morning, father, she greeted him casually, leaning in as the tall form of her father stood and pulled her in for a hug. Mary tells me you have some news for me? She took a seat on her father's right side at the circular breakfast table, the kitchen help already putting plates of food in front of her. The mouthwatering scent of eggs, sausages, fresh-baked bread and fruits filled the air, and she couldn't help but dig in, suddenly aware of how hungry she was. The butler put a newspaper beside her, as he always did, but it was rare that she ever read the thing, even when her father encouraged her to. Ah, yes, her father smiled, putting down his own copy of the morning paper. Have you heard of Brian Grady? No? Should I have recognized the name? Her eyes flicked upwards, and she struggled to remember why 'Grady' sounded familiar... A friend perhaps? One of Penelope's new boy things? Sweetheart, look at the paper. Scarlett picked up the Chicago Morning Herald beside her, almost amused at the headlining title Another Grab for Grady . Below the title was a picture of an all-too familiar bar, with a man labeled as Federal Agent Brian Grady standing in front for an obvious pose of a tabloid shot. Oh... she said out loud, recognizing the face. Agent Brian Grady... Splendid! Her father's face broke out in a wide smile. You do recognize him! Well you see, I had some plans for tonight... His words trailed off as she lost focus, eyes exploring the rest of the article for any interesting tidbits about the police raid... And down at the bottom, her blue-gray orbs widened at the picture of another man. Slick hair, wide shoulders, a strong chin and jaw that supported full lips turned up in a half-smile, and last but not least, those dark eyes that burned with intensity even through the newspaper. It made her catch her breath, not only at the shock of seeing him there, but because she was reminded of how handsome he was. To the right of the picture, a caption read Lefty Carbone, known for being associated with Al Capone, evades authorities yet again. Scarlett paled. A gangster. He was a gangster with connections to Al Capone! And to think she had drinks with him when he easily could have killed her! No wonder he had been so interested in her- he probably thought she cheated him in his own casinos... ...Is that alright Scarlett? Tonight is acceptable? Her father's voice brought her back with his question, and she absentmindedly nodded along. Yes, dad, tonight is perfect. She had no idea what he was talking about, and she chewed lightly on the inside of her cheek- a disgusting habit that showed itself when she got nervous. Good girl. And sweetheart? You may want to take a rest before tonight. You look like you've just seen a ghost! I'll be home later. You have a good day, my dear! He chuckled as he walked away, opening the front door open and letting it swing shut on his way out. Scarlett pushed her food away, the daze of her newfound knowledge catching up with her, and she scrunched up the paper in one hand then bounded out the back door, giddy to tell her best friend of the morning excitement.