YOU PROMISED ME A GOOD TIME [eli]

[AVA ALDRIDGE]

Shower-fresh wet feet padded down the hall from the bathroom, the smell of raspberry crème and musk filled the air. Be Seduced, a daily body wash by Victoria Secret was Regan’s favorite smell – her smell, the one she always wore. Tonight she was going to Upside Down, a bar down on Main Street, with Eli – Regan and Eli weren’t exactly friends, but perhaps it could change. She wasn’t sure if it would, but just the thought of it put a playful smile on her lips. How many years had it been since she had a female friend? A little too long, because all of her classmates she regarded as friends were back in the streets of Belfast, doing the same old they did before. They were not Regan Sullivan and they were not following the Irish mob wherever they decided to go. Her father, uncle biologically, was back in Belfast relaxing in a semi-retirement emailing Regan about the weather and the stupid things his years younger girlfriend said. Whatever made him happy, she guessed, because she was far enough away not to deal with the woman who didn’t like her. Of course she didn’t, Regan was spoiled by Dakota, spoiled.

She dropped her plush, pink towel on the floor as soon as she was in her room. Pink was one of her favorite colors, but only for the fact it looked nice against her skin and she was in the business of selling her body. A choice she wasn’t sure she liked, but looking at her naked body in the full-length mirror she assured herself she was pretty enough to do it. Sitting down in front of yet another mirror, she focused on brushing her hair. She didn’t have a mission tonight, but she couldn’t dress down. There were men in this town that she could date; it had been almost a year of any personal relationship that wasn’t entwined with her work with the mafia. Somehow she was avoiding falling into any relationship with the boys: Connor, Lennox, Asher, or Jett. It would be a muddled mess and she would keep herself out of their reach for as long as she could. If she could do it, she would never succumb to any of them. The only one she felt a little twinge of attraction to was Lennox, but it was something about the way he laughed that caught her heart in her chest.

He didn’t seem interested and that was that. She wasn’t going to force herself on him, even if she thought it would be the perfect cuddle session. After brushing it she dried her hair and then spent time curling the ends of her hair. Satisfied with how they looked, she turned in her chair to start on applying her face. Not that she applied that much: mascara on the eyes, a light dusting of eye shadow, some blush to make her freckles pop, and the money maker: she applied the lip color and then the plumping gloss to make them shine. This was what she was used to doing and she didn’t know if it was too much or too simple. It’s what she thought was her so she went with it. Moving to her walk in closet, she pulled out the dress she already chose for the night out. Regan, unlike other women who were spoiled as a child, believed in wearing clothes until she couldn’t anymore. Her closet was modest and new things replaced the old things that could have had unsightly stains for a woman of her profession and level of class.

Pulling on hosiery, her dress and slipping into shoes, she grabbed her coast and clutch with everything she needed before going down to knock on Eli’s door. She didn’t enjoy barging into other’s territories, and she had the smallest – so when she entered the other’s she felt like she was going to get shot at. Not like she lived in the most ideal living situation. Watching her back, she knocked on the door and waited for Eli to come out. “Ready for some fun?” Regan asked as she stepped aside for the other to join her out in the hall.

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[eli byrne]

She had promised to show Regan a good time, and she was going to keep her word. She wouldn’t lie to the people that she lived with. Lying was what she did on the job and she hated it when she had to do it. If there was one thing that Eli hated more than anything else in this world it was lying. Shaking her head now, she looked at herself in the mirror. When she had told Regan that she would take her out, Eli knew that she didn’t have long to get ready. It was already nine when they had decided to go, so she had showered as quickly as she could and let her hair dry naturally. It hung in waves down her back, but she ended up pinning the long locks up rather naturally. And she was wearing something she usually wouldn’t be caught dead in unless she was working and the occasion called for the outfit. She figured she’d pull it out for old time’s sake, and to piss her brother off. If Jett saw her on the way out she knew he’d have a fit. Grinning to herself for that very reason, Eli pulled the shimmery blue dress on and looked at herself in the mirror. This was definitely not something she’d be caught dead in normally.

Eli was the very definition of a tomboy. She didn’t wear clothes that broadcasted her figure and she certainly didn’t have a bunch of dresses available to her in her closet. She wore what was comfortable and she wore what was easy to move in. In her line of work she needed to be quick on her feet, so the heels she donned now weren’t included in her work attire. They normally weren’t included in her regular attire either because she could barely walk in them. She didn’t want to be falling and tripping all over the place. That wouldn’t be the best thing for her. Definitely not. Sighing to herself, Eli finished her make up for the evening, applying eye liner and eye shadow, going easy on the blush and cover up. Make up wasn’t her forte either and she hated feeling like she had garbage caked on her face. She blamed growing up with Jett as not only her brother, but her best friend as well. They did everything together, and it didn’t help that she had been closer to her father either. As she thought about the man she felt something shift in her heart. No. She wouldn’t think of her parents. They were dead and there was no bringing them back. She’d get over it eventually. She wouldn’t allow herself to go soft now.

Mentally slapping herself, she stood from her dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. The short dress stopped mid-thigh, and her swept up hair exposed her neckline. Deciding not to wear a necklace, she put on her diamond studs and felt ready to go. Grabbing a light jacket to protect herself from the chill of the night, she took a hold of a black clutch that matched her black shoes and hurried out the door. She nearly crashed into Regan on the way out. Her big blue eyes widened as she side stepped around the other woman of the mob and then readjusted herself. ”Yes, ready. Let’s go somewhere we can sit. Heels are not my thing.” Her rough Irish accent contrasted against Regan’s voice, but Eli had given up a long time ago caring about what she sounded like. Walking forward now, she ended up in the garage, sighting the black Mercedes that she knew she was allowed to use. Pulling the keys from her jacket pocket, she got in, ready to take Regan out. ”Ready for this?”

[AVA ALDRIDGE]

Regan sized up her new friend and first female friend in years quickly as she did with her targets. She enjoyed the color of Eli’s dress, but she could tell that wearing dresses weren’t something she did often. It was about posture and the way Eli presented herself that Regan could tell. However, whatever purpose wearing a dress served for Eli wasn’t Regan’s business. Regan was always trying to get another man into her grasp that could be useful for her profession, but she was beginning to learn how to better her aim and her other deadly skills so that she could be of more sue to the mafia. She also wanted out, realizing that it wasn’t something that ran thickly in her blood, but the part of a seductress did run. Whether or not Regan classified as a whore depended on how you viewed her. She seduced men for her work, but she dated men like any other woman her age outside of work. Prospects of her job never knew her real name, but her boyfriend’s knew it despite her better judgment. However tonight, despite her subtle attempt to catch the wandering gazes of hopefully potential men, she intended to get to know the woman in her company and have a good time.

Smiling as Eli flashed the keys in her hand Regan nodded. “Of course, you could even assume I was born ready if it catches your fancy.” Regan’s accent was as harsh as Eli’s but it was there in the soft manners of her voice. Regan hardly ever yelled and despite getting mad, never really screamed to roughen it up. It was feminine like every other ounce of her five foot eight inches tall frame. She could have been a model if she didn’t go this route. She was pretty enough to do it and the camera loved her, but she had traveled down this road for multiple reasons. Perhaps in her most low days she regretted such a decision, but normally she was fine with the choices she made. She still had the same adoration from men whether she had been a model or not – she still could wrap them around her willowy fingers with a smirk that let them know she had them now. The Mercedes was nice, and Regan buckled herself in without complaint. Her eyes wandered over to Eli’s leg and heeled feet as she pressed on the break lightly while back up to turn and go down the driveway. Regan could tell they weren’t feet that were used to heels, but again she wasn’t going to question Eli’s intentions. She was a woman and they were all creatures of mystery.

They arrived at the bar upside down and Regan was fine with getting a few drinks as she was never one to turn them down. What was in her blood, besides being a temptress, was a woman who could be a borderline alcoholic. Drinking was all in an Irish’s good nature as they enjoyed to do with friends, being they were social creatures in nature. Regan led them in and right up to the bar where there were two seats waiting for them as if it was heaven-sent. Not that it was, but they were prime seats for attention and they were both dressed like women who wanted attention. Regan sat her tush clad in light-pink fabric against the stool and swiveled to look the bar tender in the eyes. “One rum and coke to start me off, please and thank ya.” She turned her gaze to Eli as Eli ordered her own drink and smiled. “Oh the night is young.” She chirped and looked across a slowly increasing population in the bar. Regan’s weak spot was small conversation, but she was making the effort to not make their night out awkward. “You know – I know you excel at the shooting range,” she said as if they practiced shooting for fun like golfer’s practiced hitting out their balls as far as they could. “But you see I’m the bottom rung at that. I propose another hang out at the shooting range sometime. You can show me your skills and try to make me less of a bloody terrible shot.”

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