âHumorâs what I do, baby,â His voice is like silk, a smooth retort, a slight suggestive tick of his brow as he adds, ââAmong other things.â Yes, somewhere, sometime, one could list the many gifts Apollo Saxe possessed. But the more Vera spoke, the more it was appearing that she (surprisingly) wanted to know just what those talents were. A shock that Apolloâs animated features couldnât help but portray, brows shooting up over the darkened rims of his sunglasses. Tongue darting out, he wets his lips, a bit of a sway to his body as he shifts once more. Closer, still. âIf you wannaâ get close and personal â pretty thing, like you, all youâd have to say is Apollo, whatâre you doinâ tonight?â His elbow leans against the bartop, âAnd Iâd say â you wanna know what Iâd say? Iâd sayââ he rubs at his beard before cracking a smile, something a bit mischievous glinting within it, âWanna find out?âÂ
(Somewhere between hypothetical and humor, there was an offer, one she could take if she took his words for what they were.)
âA shame,â is his solemn reply, head shaking as if her words were absolutely unacceptable to him, âYou donât have time to enjoy the entertainment because you donât know how to give yourself that time. If you ask meââ No one asked him, but he takes a sip of absinthe that finally comes as he offers blunt opinion anyways. âYou work too damn hard. Besides, if youâre up thereâŚyouâre not seeing the band in itâs full effect. And itâs somethinâ real special.â Then again, perhaps you could manage me a private show sometime? âIf Iâm not mistaken, Miss Estelle, you seem to want a private show right now.â He pauses, something salacious cracking through the seriousness, âYou might just be lucky. I have time today.â Â
Sheâs surprised how smooth he manages to be, even in his current state, to the point where it brings a smile to her face. Itâs a quiet, reserved smile that leaves much to be desired, but itâs a smile no less. That very smile, however, widens as she notes the shock written over his face as he leans closer, his shock almost instantaneously morphing into something just a little more devious. âWanna find out?â he asks, and she knows their talking in more than just abstract terms...after all, sheâs always been able to read between the lines. Sheâs about the respond as he continues, noting how little time she seems to have for herself, something she canât bring herself to out-rightly disagree with.
She laughs a bitter laugh at the stray observation, a sigh escaping her throat with a heavy shrug to match. âIt comes with the territory,â she responds ambivalently, before frowning ever-so-slightly, âtime for entertainment is a luxury I cannot yet afford, Mr. Saxe, but I promise you one day Iâll have it. One day Iâll have it all and every early morning, every late night, every sacrifice will all be worth it,â she declares with a confidence she ought to be wary of, her resolve as unshakable as ever. In many ways, she has to believe her each and every dream will come true, that sheâll make something of her passion, for if she stops believing, sheâs bound to realize thereâs nothing left but the pretty shell of an empty girl. Tossing a look over in her shoulder in the direction of the stairs leading up to her workroom before returning her attention back to Apollo, she pauses as if to think, âBut, I suppose, if tonightâs going to be my lucky night, then perhaps I can make a little time today...after all, donât we all need a taste of the great things we can have now, every one in a while?â
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