J'aime Everleigh Cavanaugh | Meg Giry (ex_peepshows656) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-02-01 19:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | meg giry, red riding hood |
Who: James & Boyd.
What: James goes to Cosa Nostra to see if she'd like working there, and ends up meeting Boyd for the first time.
Where: Cosa Nostra.
When: Evening after James' dinner with Li.
Warnings: I'm not banking on a catfight, so probably nothing?
Stripping was a transitory occupation for the most part. With that many bloodthirsty sirens under one roof, somebody was always in the process of leaving. Dancers came and went for reasons that amounted to nothing but feral curiosity or losing a bet. There was always another club around the corner, and the market for practiced pros was high. Despite the odds, James had actually remained stationary at her current club for quite awhile. Something of a queen bee, she steered clear of the catfights and drugs that typically got a girl fired or sent astray. But she always sat in on the gossip; regally crowned in her dressing room throne. James heard all the dirt about the scene throughout the city; what clubs you wanted to work for, which ones were to be avoided like the plague.
So she'd already heard a great deal about Cosa Nostra before ever walking in the doors. Despite the alleged criminal ties, it was supposed to be one of the best. The money was much better, the clientele predictably less sleazy. Reason enough for James to swing by and check it out on her night off. Dressed mostly respectable in leopardskin leggings and a black blazer, buttoned once with quite obviously nothing underneath it. The jacket offered a deep v of skin from collar to navel. Something in the vein of intimidation chic. She wore no jewelry, and the only makeup was a catty sweep of black across the eyes.