Week 13: Saturday Who: Errona and Jake Where: Gun Smoke Tattoo When: just before noon What: Errona's curious and wants a better ear piercing. Amongst other things. (like a new watch. what were you thinking?)
Now this was what the weather ought to be like. It was warmer and getting a little muggy. Nothing like she'd grown up with. The sweltering heat and moisture in the air, it made you want to run wild after the sun set. That was how life ought to be lived. But here wasn't nearly so bad. This was just a precursor to the real heat waves in Louisiana. Although the sky was dark, she was confident it would rain out and give them sunshine before the daylight was out.
Complaining, she certainly wasn't. Her pin straight hair had remained so, but for a slight waviness taking it over. She was pleased to turn a few heads through the school. When out of her teacher's garb, she could easily pass for a student she thought (if not one just out of high school. Maybe a graduate student). Perhaps it was her complicated rockabilly 'do, which she didn't really understand. Errona had been alive and gone out when those hairstyles were actually popular. A little wave in the front pinned back to a complicated wave of hair sweeping it around over one shoulder. It was flourished with a gorgeous costume pin with a wheel of silver points sprouting thin, black feathers.
Her dress was also 'vintage' and white and black. A sailor's collar modestly cut for her brassiege with the back a half foot lower. The black struck down in an angle from the right strap to skirt across her left thigh. Slit up the back cut enough to let her considerable legs move freely enough to walk, but low enough to retain her Lady-like modesty. The white and black shoes, gloves, and purse might have been a bit much for most, but in the 40's and 50's, men would trip over themselves and ask if she were a movie star.
She certainly turned heads when she walked into Gun Smoke Tattoos, sailing past some surly looking children covered in brightly colored drawings with silver dotting their flesh. Leecee walked past them like she was a movie star, even stopping to allow someone to hold the door open for her. With a flourish and a confident step, for the second time, she entered and stopped in the center of the room, holding her purse between her waist and elbow while she removed her gloves daintily. "Excuse me, is Jake available?" To someone who looked like they were slightly less surly and, therefore, working. She winked at a girl staring at her hair. No one said she couldn't have herself a great time for no reason at all. It couldn't be the weather, but she was in a fabulous mood!