Nov 12 10:22:50 106 PA - Devil in the Red Dress
From Chronicles
Kingsdale - The Alibi
It's a beatiful day in Kingsdale. The cold is briskly refreshing, the blustery wind brings fresh air, and even the rain is pleasant. Brady's braod and lazy grin suggests all this is true for him, at least. A tune is absently whistled as he trades hardware for claim tags, and then moseys his way on to the bar. Once he's bellied-up and a boot propped on a stool's ring, he asks for a glass of whiskey, the finer stuff.
Erica is on the loosely packed dance floor. She moves in time with the music gracefully as the beat pounds out it rhythm. Dancing with a small group of young women they sway and move together all of them smiling and obviously having a good time. As the song ends she takes a break and walks over to her tall table next to the dance floor to take a drink of her mixed drink. Her wide hips sway with each step she takes in her tall heels.
Once Brady is delivered his drink, everything's that much better, and his grin grows to match. He turns around to lean his back against the bar, all the better to skim over those milling about or at the tables, and then survey the dancefloor. With it not fully packed with bodies, he can more easily pick out individuals as he sips his drink. The bright flash of swaying red quickly draws his eyes, and the figure beneath the courteously semi-sheer dress holds it there. It's only after a few moments that Erica's face is spotted, and recognized. His mouthful of fine whiskey is then finely choked upon.
Erica fans herself with her hand to help her cool down as she picks up her drink with her other hand. While taking a sip of her mixed drink she leans back against the table as she watches the dance floor. Her lips are curled into a warm smile as she keeps idly watching. Taking her purse from the chair she opens it up and takes out a compact. Using the mirror in the compact she fixes her hair quickly before putting the compact back into her purse. She takes another sip of her drink while she waits for the next song to begin.
Once his breath is back, Brady should probably just sit back and enjoy the view for a bit It'd be the simplest thing to do. Instead, he pushes off from the bar, drink in hand, and wanders his way towards the table with Erica and her blaring red, mostly-dressed self. He waits until close enough for easier yelling over the music to note, "I see you found that dress you were looking for. Or did you go out shopping?"
Erica turns around at the question to face Brady. She looks Brady up and down and a grin curves her pink painted lips. "Do you ever wear anything other then those dirty trail clothes? And yes this is my clubbing dress. I'm still waiting on you to buy me my new dress." She gives you a little wink before taking another sip out of the small straw in her drink. "So what are you doing here tonight?"
"Enjoying the view," she gets a wry smirk in response, before Brady glances down to himself, "and what do you mean? This is my good suit." He's wearing a collared shirt, tie, and vest, afterall, which makes him better dressed than most of the hooligans in black or weird, shimmery metallics.
Erica laughs in her little high pitched voice as she gives you a quick wink. "Well I guess your clothes aren't too bad. I still need to get you a nice suit though." She shrugs her shoulder and turns back to the dance floor for a moment to watch the dancers before turning back to you. She stirs her drink with her little straw before taking another sip of her drink. "So do I look good all dressed up?"
Brady lowers his gaze in a long twice-over, just so he can give her a fully educated answer. When his eyes finally make it back to hers, he nods. "Yep. Damned good. Not so sure I can find you something better. Least not one you'd wear in front of folks."
Erica blushes a little bit turning her pale skin a slight shade of pink. "Well thank you. Maybe you can buy me a dress that isn't just for wearing in a club. Something I can wear out to a nice dinner or something, and I always like more shoes." She gives a little giggle as she takes her purse out and sets it on the table before taking a seat.
"I'm sure I can find something." Maybe the wheels are already turning behind Brady's eyes. "Take it you're done, dancing, then? Maybe I should've got here a little sooner." More of his drink disappears as he leans against the table, claiming a space if not a seat. "You just let me know if your feet get to hurting with those shoes, and I'll be happy to sweep you off 'em."
Erica rolls her eyes as she shakes her head at the corny comment. "Nah I'm not done dancing just taking a quick break. As soon as I finish this drink I'm going right back on to the dance floor." She flashes a quick smile before taking a long sip of her drink about to finish it. Suddenly she squeals and claps her hands together excitedly as the next song comes on. "Ooo I love this song. Watch my purse will you?" She squeaks out as she hurries back on to the dance floor.
Brady can barely get a blink and smirk out before she's off to move herself around. His head turns to follow, since he's supposed to be watching. Oh, yes, her purse ... So much more exciting than watching Erica bounce, shakes, and/or jiggle about. At least he'll know if the table goes missing, since he's leaning against it.
