Post by rosalinde on Oct 26, 2010 17:17:02 GMT -8
Silence surrounded her as Arienne made her way into the speakeasy. She was smiling as she watched the group moving to work. So this was what she was working with? It wasn't that bad and she couldn't help but smile a little more as she came up to the bar. Many people seemed to be darting about, working hard. She was glad of the chance to work and even as she moved to get herself a drink before she settled to work she could see people were watching her.
She didn't care at all. People had been watching her since she was 17. Her parents disliked it but she was brave enough to ignore it. She was wearing what was possibly the shortest skirt, it was definately tight and seemed to shine under the lights. Her top was pretty much a waistcoat but she'd made a point to keep it long enough to cover her. She was smiling as she walked out onto the floor, her first table was waiting and she seemed utterly self assured as she leant down to place thier drinks in front of them. Her long caramel coloured hair was clipped back into a neat low bun and she wore short white gloves, gloves she used to avoid having to show her ring mark. Being alone in the city was bad enough, being divorced was like signing your life away.
She didn't care at all. People had been watching her since she was 17. Her parents disliked it but she was brave enough to ignore it. She was wearing what was possibly the shortest skirt, it was definately tight and seemed to shine under the lights. Her top was pretty much a waistcoat but she'd made a point to keep it long enough to cover her. She was smiling as she walked out onto the floor, her first table was waiting and she seemed utterly self assured as she leant down to place thier drinks in front of them. Her long caramel coloured hair was clipped back into a neat low bun and she wore short white gloves, gloves she used to avoid having to show her ring mark. Being alone in the city was bad enough, being divorced was like signing your life away.