Sex Industry (mistressscarlet) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-13 19:43:00 |
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Scarlet saw the first bubble-gum pink flyer on the lamp-post at the corner of her block. A new club, opening up on 49th. It wouldn't last; it was too close to Lace, and it'd either be pulling in Lace's dregs or else someone would start screaming bloody murder about the children, the tourists, the face of the city. The scandal. She yanked the flyer loose from its staples and read it over. Ladies' night, no less. The times they were a-changin'. She could get into a club that opened up with a ladies' night.
Her bright red jacket and bright red hair both snapping alike in the brisk breeze, her heels clicking merrily on the pavement, she trailed down the sidewalk until she ran into the next branded post. With a grin, she snatched it off and set out for the next. In no time at all, it seemed, she had a half-dozen flyers, leading her like a trail of breadcrumbs through the streets.
((ETA: Date corrected, because mun is a ditz))