Re: The Woods -> The Deck
Let's not talk about what limelight does to a person, okay? The bombshell soaked up attention. She was somewhere upstage, near the footlights where she could bathe. She was a whistle-stop away from attention seeking except the dame had class. Seeking attention was a game for lesser mortals.
But she'd paid attention in school. Or at least she hadn't mainlined semi-fictitious historical movies the way the knight had. Marilyn Monroe and Gene Kelly numbers in the rain were more this chick's style. Yeah, she was classic tonight. Hold your head up high and smoke classic, the kind that ignored the morality clause written into the contract.
Classic took hand-kissing well. It was courtly but it was also just past this century. It counted as quaint and the glimmer of a smile was eyebrows and the pin-point of a dimple in a cheek. She didn't think about regrets. This girl was a tonight's performance only. Tomorrow was sold out and she refused to think about regrets. The studio could foot the bill. All that thee and thou took a hell of a lot of wading through and she didn't wrinkle so much as she eyed the knight. If she needed a dictionary to get through a conversation, this bombshell was out.
She laughed. One does not simply show up, but she did. "I can write it into the script," she said, broadly amused and showing it. She wouldn't, she'd get one of the script-writers gone looney tunes over the shape of her ass to do it for her. "One hero, coming up." She didn't melt under being looked at. This chick was Mona Lisa, people lined up to stare. She looked back, down her nose and all simmer and lazy smile.
"Oh, I'd like the villain more than the princess." She would. It was a bigger part. The villain got to thrash around and explain to the camera the why of it all. The princesses were golden blond or pale as milk and died or fainted or did something that took them off camera for the duration. "It would be exciting." She didn't deny villain-ry. She clutched her cards and she gave the knight enigmatic smile.
She pulled a moue when the knight found its way to the end of a series of options. All the options were boring, and she wasn't hot on the idea of standing around while the camera claimed the men. "Find something more active. I'm not a people-watcher." She wasn't, even in stiletto heels.