unbride
♫ - When you worked in theatre, everything was pretty grand; the job, the wage, the fame. When you had worked this job as long as Charles had, pulled strings and favours and worked your way up with talent as much as Charles had... well, there was going to be a lot recognition, wasn't there? Just how he had planned.
A negative about the job was the finishing hours of the evening performances. It was always late finish, but then there was getting out of the stage door and to the car and - it was a pain, really. A massive ego boost sure, but still a pain.
The greatest part about being at the Royal Drury Lane theatre was the various streets around it, leading onto the busy main of Covent Garden. It was easy to lose yourself in the crowds of this area, the nightlife always buzzing, making it easy enough to just slip into this sleek little bar a minute away from the doors. He would occasionally get noticed, but he wouldn't complain so long as he had a glass of whisky in hand.
Sitting in the corner of the bar, he couldn't help but stare at this one beautiful waitress as she buzzed on by. He wasn't even being discreet, just staring with a charming smile, one that in most situations would woo the all the ladies. And the men, actually. Not that he was really complaining, he just preferred breasts most of the time. He placed up a hand to usher over the waitress, empty glass in front of him, a smile that could kill sat upon his lips... not that he wouldn't prefer her there instead. "A ro~se by any other name would smell just as sweet... but it'd certainly help to know the rose's name first."
