#poly!snf

the lounge was dark, and you could feel all eyes on you and the other showgirls out with you. most of the men around the room were downing alcohol like it was nothing, laughing and jeering and hollering at the stage. but there were two sets of eyes that felt as if they burned into your skin. they were hard to see, but once you'd looked in their direction, their gaze hardened. every opportunity you got in your routine to look at them you took and you discerned three things. one, they really liked what they were seeing, because there wasn't a second you felt their eyes move off you. two, they were doing business. you could see their mouths moving, clear they were talking to each other, and the drinks between them, you'd seen the scene plenty of times, this was business. third, they were fine. the taller of the two was lankier, paler and wore a grin that was to die for. the other, slightly shorter, donned a tuft of brown hair on his face, and both just looked good. even from afar, you could just tell, they were fine. then you looked back and they were talking to the lounge's owner, and then coming back around again, they were gone.

rather soon, the show was over and your group shuffled backstage, and you couldn't help but wish they'd stuck around.

pushing the door to your dressing room open while your head hung low to scratch at your neck, you didn't hear how the men standing not six feet from you adjusted in their respective spots. your head did snap up when you heard someone clear there throat, and then there they were. in front of you, in your dressing room. ”miss y/l/n?” his accent surprised you and it took you a minute to look down at his outstretched hand and place yours in his. ”uhm, hello.” he nodded to you and you returned it before turning your head to the man sat on your sofa and nodding to him. ”is there something i can do for you gentlemen?” you say, pulling your hand away from the brit's. now, you can see them closer, and you were right. you could see the dark brown of the brit's eyes and how his lips quirked up at your polite behaviour. the brit glanced over to the other man and your eyes followed his. finally, the man on the sofa speaks up after sucking in a deep breath. ”well, sweetheart first of all we wanted to congratulate you on that performance you gave.” gently, both the men clapped and you smiled, partially at the compliment and partially at his southern accent followed by a minuscule curtsy. ”oh! thank you.”

”and second, wanted to know if we could perhaps, escort you home?” your brows raised at the question. ”oh, i don't know about that,” you pause, stepping farther into the room to get to your vanity, now both the boys behind you but still to either side of you. ”i've still got to change and get all this makeup off, and i wouldn't want you two to have to wait around for little old me. also i really don't know who either of you gentlemen are.” you reached for the drawer off to the side before your wrist was reached for. the fingers on your hand were long, and pale, understood to be brit. ”george davidson.” slowly, you nod, and then you can feel the breath of the southern man behind you. your head whips around to see him grinning at you. ”armstrong. nick armstrong.” the close sentences with their individual accents make your breath hitch at how it started to make you a little dizzy. george releases your hand, pulling his hand back into the pocket of his slacks. shaking it off quickly, you turn around. ”and what are you doing here? never seen either of you boys around.”

again, george is the first to speak. ”international business is all.” he smiles and you look at him in the mirror, smiling right back before shifting your gaze against the glance. ”what about you mr. armstrong?” he gives a quick scratch to the underside of his beard before responding. ”making deals with the english.” his words make you laugh a little bit while george rolls his eyes.

quickly, you turn around, and open your arms wide to almost usher them out although it doesn't really work. ”well, as great as it's been to talk to you gentlemen, you really should get going, don't wanna keep you two waiting.” at your words, the two men smirk. ”listen, love,” the petname makes you a little dizzy and you can't help the way it warms your sex. it just sounded so good coming from his mouth. he hooks his finger under your chin, turning your face so you're looking up at him. ”i'm sure you can figure out a way to repay us for having to wait.” and there's that stupid grin of his again. nick moves to stand behind you, hands moving to your waist. oh you could most definitely think of a way to repay them.