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This wasn't the type of event that Dahlia was typically used to attending, but the same could have been said for any event really. This mansion though, it was something else. The towering walls of the hallways were finely decorated, the art and sculptures were captivating, but she felt like she was the only one admiring it. There was myriad guests, most of them now drunk and uproarious, and Dahlia with three other women were there for work. There was a way men got when they were drunk, and uproarious; the Gatsby-esque host of the party clearly meant to satisfy these men, who got such away when they drank. Dahlia was a "courtesan," one who was being paid quite a lot to be here tonight, satisfying the needs of such drunk and uproarious men who got such a way.
And Dahlia hated it all. Well, not including the money. She hated the men and the alcohol and the smell of cigarettes and body odour, be groped and glared at with lustful eyes. But she chose this life right? She felt as if she wasn't allowed to complain, but that didn't mean she wasn't allowed get lost in a hallway looking for a washroom, right? She breathed a sigh of relief when she was alone, taking in the artwork with a distant smirk.
"Flood the streets T.O. The more the property falls, the more the market falls, the more we buy up. My balls got busted getting this much here, but it can't be traced..." Strange. Dahlia thought everybody had congregated in the main hall, she didn't expect to hear voices around here. Whatever they were talking about, she knew it had no effect on her. She was being paid for her silence anyways, there were many prominent figures here. She turned to walk away, but only then realized the voices had been coming from behind her, there was an open door, and, good God no. Senator Darmody, his grey hair slicked back, his unmistakable complexion. The Senator stood looking into a suitcase which was filled with something white, and Dahlia knew she had heard and seen too much. In a panic, she walked faster down the hallway, trying to muffle the click of her annoying stiletto's.
"Hey! Red!" A voice called to her from the other end of the hall, there was a chubby man, red in the face who looked particularly drunk. Dahlia knew that she was "Red," but at least it was a step up from Ginger. "You're working here huh? Come on 'n grab a drink with me girly." She could tell by the way he was slurring he was wasted, Dahlia cringed and tightened her fist, there was a small twitch in her left eye, but she offered him a sultry smile, flipping her hair as an excuse to look behind her; it appeared the Senator hadn't noticed her. Thank God.
"Hey there darlin', you seem like the type of fella who might wanna skip the drink, fixin' to get down to brass tacks maybe?" Dahlia cooed in her distinct Virginia accent, internally shuddering as she touched her finger to his cheek. The man grinned and immediately put a heavy hand on Dahlia's bum. If she worked any other job she'd get to slap him, but Dahlia simply giggled and winked back. "Let's go have some fun, baby."
"God Damnit," Dahlia thought. "I fucking hate myself."
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Senator Darmody under investigation.
The crumpled newspaper had the headline that was being read all over the city. It was a slip-up with some street level dealer, that was easy enough to be taken care of. then some witness came forward claiming to have seen the discussion? And the case full of cocaine? Everyone in the room thought the Senator was going to blow a blood vessel, they were shocked when he commanded them all to leave but one, his right hand, Damon.
"Phone Wick. I want Miss Harper to have an accident." Damon solemnly nodded his head, the Senator was not a man who's requests got denied. The Senator had found out who the girl was, he recognized only after being shown a photo. She was only a prostitute, this shouldn't have been a job that called for Wick, but they were guarding the young woman against her wishes, it was hard to get near her. If somebody was going to get the job done, it was Wick.
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Finally, finally. Church was the only time Dahlia got to herself anymore, she had escorts otherwise, ha, how ironic. She sat with her neighbour, an older woman named Rose who Dahlia now only got to see on Sunday's. She had no idea what had happened three months ago would have flipped her world around so much. She should have just kept her darned mouth shut, but she felt like she couldn't just keep quiet. The Senator was a wicked man, she was proud of herself, but gosh darn it, it had made her life twenty times more chaotic. Was there somebody out to get her? Really? They'd have a hard time getting passed the two officers who felt like bodyguards to her now.
After all the singing and all the praying, and all the thinking, Dahlia only had about five minutes to meet with her sister before her escort came to take her home. Evelyn, her sister, was a nun at the church, and always breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her sister every Sunday. In Evelyn's mind, Dahlia had been silly to get involved. Evelyn wanted to hit Dahlia, but she never could. She knew Dahlia would do what she thought was right, no matter how stupid.
"Evy!" Dahlia called when she saw her sister, her eyes brightened and smile grew wide. "Evy I've missed you so much my dove." Dahlia embraced her sister tightly Evelyn couldn't help but laugh, Dahlia had a way about her that was so opposite her own. The strangest thing was, they were twins, the single difference between then was instead of bright red mess of hair, Evelyn's mess was black, like ink. Their green eyes were both just as wide, they were both just as petite and boobless as one another. Dahlia tended to wear pink, like the spritely sundress she wore today though, and Evelyn wore nothing other than black.
"I missed you too Dollie," Evelyn said with a smirk, lacking the southern accent that Dahlia accentuated, in contrast the black haired sister sounded like she'd been in Chicago her whole life. "Is everything okay babe?" Evelyn asked, as their hands lingered between them gently grasping on to one another. Dahlia nodded , still smiling brightly, the two of them talked for the brief period they were allowed, and the smile only faded once Evelyn was out of sight. Darn it, Dahlia missed seeing her sister whenever she wanted.
Stepping out into the breezy November afternoon, Dahlia regretted not bringing a jacket, and rubbed her arms to keep warm, watching her breath disappeared into the air. Her escort wasn't here yet, strange. Oh well, she assumed he'd be there any minute. Starting to hum to herself, Dahlia folded her arms behind her back and leaned against the outer wall of the cathedral.
She couldn't wait for this to all be over. It wasn't like Dahlia missed having to "work," but the three-thousand from that evening had only lasted her so long, she tried to stretch it out the best she could, but life often was expensive. "Where could this guy be?" Dahlia asked herself curiously, pouting her lips and looking around. It's not like she was scared. It was just strange is all.
And Dahlia hated it all. Well, not including the money. She hated the men and the alcohol and the smell of cigarettes and body odour, be groped and glared at with lustful eyes. But she chose this life right? She felt as if she wasn't allowed to complain, but that didn't mean she wasn't allowed get lost in a hallway looking for a washroom, right? She breathed a sigh of relief when she was alone, taking in the artwork with a distant smirk.
"Flood the streets T.O. The more the property falls, the more the market falls, the more we buy up. My balls got busted getting this much here, but it can't be traced..." Strange. Dahlia thought everybody had congregated in the main hall, she didn't expect to hear voices around here. Whatever they were talking about, she knew it had no effect on her. She was being paid for her silence anyways, there were many prominent figures here. She turned to walk away, but only then realized the voices had been coming from behind her, there was an open door, and, good God no. Senator Darmody, his grey hair slicked back, his unmistakable complexion. The Senator stood looking into a suitcase which was filled with something white, and Dahlia knew she had heard and seen too much. In a panic, she walked faster down the hallway, trying to muffle the click of her annoying stiletto's.
"Hey! Red!" A voice called to her from the other end of the hall, there was a chubby man, red in the face who looked particularly drunk. Dahlia knew that she was "Red," but at least it was a step up from Ginger. "You're working here huh? Come on 'n grab a drink with me girly." She could tell by the way he was slurring he was wasted, Dahlia cringed and tightened her fist, there was a small twitch in her left eye, but she offered him a sultry smile, flipping her hair as an excuse to look behind her; it appeared the Senator hadn't noticed her. Thank God.
"Hey there darlin', you seem like the type of fella who might wanna skip the drink, fixin' to get down to brass tacks maybe?" Dahlia cooed in her distinct Virginia accent, internally shuddering as she touched her finger to his cheek. The man grinned and immediately put a heavy hand on Dahlia's bum. If she worked any other job she'd get to slap him, but Dahlia simply giggled and winked back. "Let's go have some fun, baby."
"God Damnit," Dahlia thought. "I fucking hate myself."
----
Senator Darmody under investigation.
The crumpled newspaper had the headline that was being read all over the city. It was a slip-up with some street level dealer, that was easy enough to be taken care of. then some witness came forward claiming to have seen the discussion? And the case full of cocaine? Everyone in the room thought the Senator was going to blow a blood vessel, they were shocked when he commanded them all to leave but one, his right hand, Damon.
"Phone Wick. I want Miss Harper to have an accident." Damon solemnly nodded his head, the Senator was not a man who's requests got denied. The Senator had found out who the girl was, he recognized only after being shown a photo. She was only a prostitute, this shouldn't have been a job that called for Wick, but they were guarding the young woman against her wishes, it was hard to get near her. If somebody was going to get the job done, it was Wick.
----
Finally, finally. Church was the only time Dahlia got to herself anymore, she had escorts otherwise, ha, how ironic. She sat with her neighbour, an older woman named Rose who Dahlia now only got to see on Sunday's. She had no idea what had happened three months ago would have flipped her world around so much. She should have just kept her darned mouth shut, but she felt like she couldn't just keep quiet. The Senator was a wicked man, she was proud of herself, but gosh darn it, it had made her life twenty times more chaotic. Was there somebody out to get her? Really? They'd have a hard time getting passed the two officers who felt like bodyguards to her now.
After all the singing and all the praying, and all the thinking, Dahlia only had about five minutes to meet with her sister before her escort came to take her home. Evelyn, her sister, was a nun at the church, and always breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her sister every Sunday. In Evelyn's mind, Dahlia had been silly to get involved. Evelyn wanted to hit Dahlia, but she never could. She knew Dahlia would do what she thought was right, no matter how stupid.
"Evy!" Dahlia called when she saw her sister, her eyes brightened and smile grew wide. "Evy I've missed you so much my dove." Dahlia embraced her sister tightly Evelyn couldn't help but laugh, Dahlia had a way about her that was so opposite her own. The strangest thing was, they were twins, the single difference between then was instead of bright red mess of hair, Evelyn's mess was black, like ink. Their green eyes were both just as wide, they were both just as petite and boobless as one another. Dahlia tended to wear pink, like the spritely sundress she wore today though, and Evelyn wore nothing other than black.
"I missed you too Dollie," Evelyn said with a smirk, lacking the southern accent that Dahlia accentuated, in contrast the black haired sister sounded like she'd been in Chicago her whole life. "Is everything okay babe?" Evelyn asked, as their hands lingered between them gently grasping on to one another. Dahlia nodded , still smiling brightly, the two of them talked for the brief period they were allowed, and the smile only faded once Evelyn was out of sight. Darn it, Dahlia missed seeing her sister whenever she wanted.
Stepping out into the breezy November afternoon, Dahlia regretted not bringing a jacket, and rubbed her arms to keep warm, watching her breath disappeared into the air. Her escort wasn't here yet, strange. Oh well, she assumed he'd be there any minute. Starting to hum to herself, Dahlia folded her arms behind her back and leaned against the outer wall of the cathedral.
She couldn't wait for this to all be over. It wasn't like Dahlia missed having to "work," but the three-thousand from that evening had only lasted her so long, she tried to stretch it out the best she could, but life often was expensive. "Where could this guy be?" Dahlia asked herself curiously, pouting her lips and looking around. It's not like she was scared. It was just strange is all.