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Who: Victoire & OPEN
When: 14 April 1941, evening
Where: Le Moulin Noir
What: A night of drinking and music does a body good.
Rating: PG?
Monday nights were usually Victoire's nights off, along with Sundays. Last night she had spent her time at her small apartment, listening to old records and drinking tumblers of whiskey. It had really been rather depressing sitting there in a tattered silk robe in the semi-darkness by the light of a candle (electricity had become to expensive to use except during emergencies), drinking by herself and playing Billie Holiday records in English. She had finally given up around one and gone to bed. Victoire promised herself she would get out and about today, so she spent the late morning doing her shopping (it was depressing work and she hated doing it -- hardly enough food for anyone to live on) before enjoying the nice weather by lunching on the roof of her building. She didn't really feel like spending another night sitting alone in her flat, so the redhead had put on one of her nicer dresses (looking rather worn) and her best pair of stockings (a run had started in the heel and began creeping its way up the back of her calf). She did her hair and put on makeup. It had been a long time since she had dressed up for anything other than work. She stood back and looked at her reflection in the spotty full-length mirror in her bedroom. Not bad.
The weather was pleasant. It was a little chilly but Victoire didn't mind. She lit a cigarette before heading to the catacombs, intending to spend her evening at Le Moulin Noir. Within minutes she had reached her destination without getting lost -- she had haunted Moulin Noir many a time and knew the way well. "Je cours ma perte," she recited to the doorman, who recognized her and let her in. The music was loud but good, and the club was surprisingly full for a Monday night. Although, she supposed not many people had jobs to get up early for anymore. Victoire watched the couple singing and dancing on stage for a moment before heading to the bar and ordering a drink. After being served, she swiveled on her stool to face the stage, her elbows resting on the bar behind her, a cigarette in one hand and her drink in the other.
When: 14 April 1941, evening
Where: Le Moulin Noir
What: A night of drinking and music does a body good.
Rating: PG?
Monday nights were usually Victoire's nights off, along with Sundays. Last night she had spent her time at her small apartment, listening to old records and drinking tumblers of whiskey. It had really been rather depressing sitting there in a tattered silk robe in the semi-darkness by the light of a candle (electricity had become to expensive to use except during emergencies), drinking by herself and playing Billie Holiday records in English. She had finally given up around one and gone to bed. Victoire promised herself she would get out and about today, so she spent the late morning doing her shopping (it was depressing work and she hated doing it -- hardly enough food for anyone to live on) before enjoying the nice weather by lunching on the roof of her building. She didn't really feel like spending another night sitting alone in her flat, so the redhead had put on one of her nicer dresses (looking rather worn) and her best pair of stockings (a run had started in the heel and began creeping its way up the back of her calf). She did her hair and put on makeup. It had been a long time since she had dressed up for anything other than work. She stood back and looked at her reflection in the spotty full-length mirror in her bedroom. Not bad.
The weather was pleasant. It was a little chilly but Victoire didn't mind. She lit a cigarette before heading to the catacombs, intending to spend her evening at Le Moulin Noir. Within minutes she had reached her destination without getting lost -- she had haunted Moulin Noir many a time and knew the way well. "Je cours ma perte," she recited to the doorman, who recognized her and let her in. The music was loud but good, and the club was surprisingly full for a Monday night. Although, she supposed not many people had jobs to get up early for anymore. Victoire watched the couple singing and dancing on stage for a moment before heading to the bar and ordering a drink. After being served, she swiveled on her stool to face the stage, her elbows resting on the bar behind her, a cigarette in one hand and her drink in the other.