25: [Action] Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

[dashboardlite]

It ain't often that I get myself all gussied up in my gray glad rags, but today's a holiday.  For one, the bets I placed with my bookie on a couple of bangtails came through - few hundred greenbacks richer, and that's only the beginning.  It ain't often that I'm on the nut, 'cause work comes easy as long as somebody wants somebody else dead.

But I deserve the reward.

I light up another butt and inhale deeply.  It'll be a while before another butter and egg man swings by my usual joint, and I can't afford to fleece a john when the hallways are lousy with 'em.  Bunkoing some poor shmoe ain't on the to-do list.

...but a Jane with some nice pins might be.  The wallet's fat, and it's probably obvious by the stupid grin on my face.  The heat I'm packing is heavier, though, and not what you wanna mess with.

I might as well take a walk around the block and see what's what.



[[ooc; For those of you who have NO IDEA what he's saying, here is a convenient reference.]]

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[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[It ain't easy being a reaper in a place like this. People start to notice you hovering around your marks just before they die. The insinuations would be fine if they were true, but they never are. I don't kill the poor saps. I just make sure they don't feel it happening.

It's because of these false assumptions that I've gotten so good at fading into the wallpaper. People don't notice everything and everyone, after all. So even in a bar in my best dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=34176189), I never stand out. Frankly, that's how I like it.

Not much I can do about an empty corridor street, though.]

[action for life]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[I ain't above stopping my stroll to tip my lid for a dame or two, and today's no exception. Pockets lined with dough, revenge exacted on an old enemy...I'm practically laying Aces out in front of me.

So I stop down the hallway, give my courtesy to a blonde all decked to the nines, and offer her a smile.]

Mighty fine day, doll.

\m/

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[I raise an eyebrow at the fella, not sure I like his tone. I'm not the type of girl who gets into the kind of trouble he's probably dealing in, what with all the wallflowering I do, so I'm not sure how to react. I tend to default to animosity when I don't know what to do...maybe that's what scares fellas off.]

You want something?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Hey, no need to get prickly.

[I tip my lid, a little surprised by how venomous her words sound. I'm just bein' polite, for Chrissakes.]

Just sayin' hello.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[I lower my shoulders a bit. Guess there's no reason to assume the worst about this fella. He...certainly looks nice enough. I guess.]

Hello.

[Still, even having relaxed I can't hold back all of my spunk.]

You call all the girls "doll"?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Would y'rather I called ya somethin' else?

[I mean, really.]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

It's just a bit fresh, is all.

[I guess it could be worse. Could be comin' from someone who's less...nice on the eyes.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[I'm always fresh. I call it my "natural charm."]

So what's a dame like you doin' haunting these parts? It ain't the nicest side of town.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[I can't tell him the real score. The truth would paint me in a bad light even if he believed it. Instead, I give a reduced version of the truth.]

I was having a drink. Why? You gonna show me what isn't nice about this place?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Nah, just makin' sure you know the ropes around here. Hate t'see a pretty lady get hurt.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[I can't help it. Sometimes my mouth has bright ideas it doesn't tell the rest of me about.]

Pretty?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Chuckle.]

What, is there an echo in here? Yeah.