Where Rules Don't Apply (Closed)

Name Rick Williams aka Lefty
Height: 6 ft tall 185 pounds
Looks: Dark hair and eyes with a pencil thin mustache

Rick sat at his usual table sipping his scotch and water as the Latin rhythms of the five piece band pieced his brain. He flicked away the ashes from shoulder of his navy blue pinstriped three piece suit which drifted from an ashtray carried by one of several cigarette girls in the Topa Cabana Club on New York city's Westside. Music wasn't to his taste, and the smoke was a thick as a London fog but, he came not for the ambiance but, to see if she'd be here again.

He took off his white felt fedora trimmed with a black silk band just above the brim and placed it on the seat beside him just in case someone tried to sit beside him in the spot he reserved for her. It seemed odd to him that his thoughts were consumed by a woman he never met who he had only glanced at a distance. But, for almost a week now he couldn't get her strawberry blonde hair or her statuesque built out of his mind. He had only see her for less then a minute but, he knew he had to meet her.

He pulled a hanky out of his breast pocket and wiped his forehead before raising his glass and taking his last swallow before calling it a night this night like the others was turning into a disappointment. As he reached into his back pocket to pull out his alligator skin wallet the door opposite his table opened allowing in the yellowish glow from the gas lamps outside the club.

His hand flashed form his back pocket to his coat pocket and wrapped around the grip of his Smith and Wesson 38.... In Rick's business one couldn't be to carefully. Let your guard down for just a minute and your laying on a slab in the morge down on Montique Street in Flatbush.

Name: Evelynn AKA: Eve or Evie
Height: 5'3

Walking into the club Evelynn stood there looking around. Her white silk dress hugging her body in all the right places as she did. The door man took her wrap and placed it safely in the back for her. Walking inside she found her favorite table and noticed a man sitting there, with a seat seeming to be saved for someone.

"Excuse me sir...but you are sitting at my table"

She said to him, her voice having a sultry air to it as she spoke. Standing that a graceful smile on her lips she waited for him to say something to her. She hoped he would either move or invite her to sit with him. She had noticed him here a few times before and in all honesty he was a sight for sore eyes. Waiting she smiled and licked her lips sensuously.

As the door opened he couldn't believe his eyes there she was the woman he'd he wanted to meet the very woman that has consumed his thoughts and inspired his dreams for the past week. The way she moved was fluid like she were walking on clouds he became memorized. While the dress did indeed cover her it seemed to be more like a second skin than a piece of clothing. He could almost see the long deep recess of her belly button until he was distracted by the way her hips seem to roll from side to side in a slow easy transition as she waked toward him...

"Excuse me sir...but you are sitting at my table"

At first he was taken back by the remark and he couldn't honestly tell if it were her soft sultry voice or the surprise that it was 'her' table but, within a inappreciable moment he looked up at her and their eyes locked and even though he the dim smokiness of the room made it impossible to deduce their color they seemed full or fire...

"Oh well excuse me Miss I've been waiting for you and even though we've haven't been introduced I've had my eyes on you since the first time I seen you", speaking in a deep southern draw as he rose and removed his hat from the chair next to him.

"Care to join me for a drink and maybe we can get to know each other a little better.", extending his left hand to pull the chair away from the table. The black rail back chair with red leather seat squeaked as it slid across the polished wooden floor of the speakeasy..

While Rick's primary concern with the Topa Cabana Club was business it never hurt to mix business with pleasure. Particularly when pleasure came wrapped in a skin tight white silk dress.