audrey (larcener) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-05-13 17:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, audrey leradine, cian wilde |
so i cross my heart and hope to die
Who: Audrey and Cian
What: Gambling, possibly more.
Where: Red Light District
When: Late night on a Monday
Rating: PG
Status: Completed
Having lived with the prostitutes in The Sapphire House for the past fifteen years, Audrey had already made a home out of their attic. Initially Leila used to stash her under her bed in the room when the matron came around, but after showing that Audrey provided some worth in the brothel (an extra hand to pry violent customers away), she was allowed room and board in the attic for a very reasonable price. Besides, she had no qualms helping the other prostitutes with anything they needed—even if it meant odd jobs here and there. The House had become something like an extended family to her.
Nestled by the window sill, one leg hung off while she watched the citizens of the night walking around in the red light district. Audrey was always amused by the kind of folk she’d come across; people watching had become a great past time. Taking a bite of her pear, she noticed a very familiar face. A grin spread across her lips, lifting her other leg to hang off the sill and leaned forth with the care of a feline. It had been some time since she had brought trouble to the already troubled Cian Wilde. Carefully, she hopped off her window, catching herself on a pole and broke her fall story.
The game of cat and mouse began.
She followed Cian through the streets, surely he was going gambling. She knew the man ‘well’—that word could be use loosely, but Audrey felt there was something there for her to try to understand. ‘Try’ being the key word. Slipping through buildings, and sneaking past guards—stuff that she was more than accustomed to being used to. Audrey was smart though, she waited a while. She waited for him to get comfortable to play a couple of games and rack up the money. When the time was right, Audrey strolled in with only a grin on her face, pulling a chair and sitting down. “Deal me in, love.”