[Sodium_noir] A saturday in Darktown

[Spikey]

NachrichtMaurice, Goldie
Gangleader, Whore
the Chaste Dragon

"'ello, mon amour. I wass wondering, if sse essteemed owner of ssiss
esstablishment might be 'ere? I would like to talk to 'im." He said to the
girl tending the bar. A glimmer arose in his eyes as he laid the cane across
the bar.

Goldie, for it was she, examined the black man from beneath her false
eyelashes, forcing a demure smile to her lips. Something about the man sent
a chill up her exposed spine that had nothing to do with the backless number
she had chosen to wear tonight. It was very rare for her too feel nervous
inside the Dragon, the place simply had an aura of safety and warmth that
the whores all recognized but could never put their fingers on. A few nights
ago a Friend of Panic's, a giant named Titus, had given her the chills even
as her friend Gina swooned over his broken visage. Now this Haitian was
giving her the same spooky feeling.

For the thousandth time she told herself she needed to get the fuck out of
Gotham.

"He isn't here right now sugar" she purred, "but he won't be long. he just
popped out for something to eat. If you'd like to wait ..."

[Tag Maurice]