Note: This story is based on a weird experience I had at Bally Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. :) I also love 1940's and 1950's stuff and make my own vintage dresses because it's cheaper and I love them. haha Anyway, enjoy. I know where this story is going... so, it will eventually end. :)
Chat Noir ran out of the bank holding a black tommy gun. His black fedora hat sat slightly off kilter, and his black mask ran across his eyes. He smirked with a bag of money over his shoulder in a black suit with bright green thin pinstripes.
"Let's go, let's go!" Chat Noir called out for his gang to follow him to the 1940 Packard. The suicide doors swung open from the sleek black automobile and he leapt inside, while the other two jumped in after. "Fire it up!"
His long time best friend, Bubbler, sped off down the road away from the bank. He let out a loud howl and punched the roof in excitement.
Chat removed his hat, he slicked his blonde hair back with his gloved hand and a smirk fell on his lips, while a few strands fell in front of his eyes. "We made out today, boys." He looked from a smiling Evillustrator to an overly excited Bubbler.
The Bubbler smiled and sped faster down the road to their hideout.
It was a house out in the middle of a giant field of grass. It was colonial style and had giant white pillars that framed the front porch. The shutters were a pale blue and the wrap around porch was massive. It was two stories tall.
"Boss is gonna be so thrilled." Bubbler smirked and pulled into the heavy black gate.
"You bet he will be." Chat clapped his friend on the shoulder and gripped it.
Evillustrator tangled his fingers together, nervously, while Stoneheart cracked his knuckles.
They stepped out of the car and Chat slung the bags of money over his shoulders, after placing his fedora back onto his head.
He walked up the stairs with confident foot falls and a dangerous smirk on his face.
The boys followed behind him and he flung the double doors open, wide.
They made their way through the house to another set of double doors and Chat Noir knocked on the white, solid oak doors.
"Come in!" A male voice came through the door and he let the door creak open.
"Hey, Boss. We got what you asked for." Chat Noir walked in and watched as Plagg swung around in a heavy black leather office chair.
He had his feet propped up on the desk and a cigar between his lips. He smirked with one side of his lips higher than the other and took his cigar from between his pearly white teeth. "Set it down there, Kid."
Chat nodded and set the bags onto Plagg's massive oak desk.
He took in Plagg's expensive three piece suit that was all black and his solid black fedora hat that held a neon green feather in the satin band.
Plagg put the cigar back in his mouth and set his feet onto the floor. He opened one of the bags and began to take bundles out, one at a time, skimming his fingers along the edges, sending out the sound of a deck of cards being shuffled.
Chat Noir sat in the chair across from his desk and put his feet up and his arms behind his head.
"It's all here. Here's your cut along with your boys' cuts." Plagg tossed stacks of bills at him.
Chat caught them effortlessly. "Thanks, Plagg."
"Anything, for my best man." Plagg puffed on the end of his cigar, causing the end to light bright red embers.
Chat nodded and got up from the chair, before heading to the door.
"Hey! Kid?!" Plagg called out and stubbed out his cigar into an ashtray.
Chat Noir turned around to peer at him and he adjusted his hat.
"I'm gonna need you to go check out a local museum. There's an artifact in there… It's worth a quarter million. I need it. I'll write the details down for you." Plagg smirked at him.
Chat Noir nodded and tipped his hat, before walking out the door to divvy out the money.
"So?" Bubbler looked at Chat Noir with his hands across his chest.
"He said we're cooking with gas. Now, we're headed to a museum to boost an expensive artifact. It should be gravy." Chat Noir spoke to his gang and they all nodded. "Here's your cut, boys."
Chat Noir counted and passed each man a cut of the earnings. "Boss is going to give us the details later. Until then, cool down and wait for instruction."
Bubbler, Stoneheart, and Evillustrator walked off to their rooms. Chat Noir sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He walked off to his own bedroom and shut the door behind him. Chat slipped off his coat and was left in a black button down top that had the three top buttons undone and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. A black double pistol hollister hung around his shoulders with loaded 1940 Luger Pistols inside of them.
His room was decorated in shades of black, white, and grey. There were hints of red throughout the room. His bed was an oak four poster with a black bedspread. A desk sat in front of a big window that was covered by heavy red curtains. He sat at the giant desk and slipped his mask off, before looking into the mirror that was on his desk. He peered into his tired green eyes and let out a deep sigh.
"I need a drink." Chat Noir groaned and slipped the mask back onto his face.
He walked out of his room and headed to Bubbler's. He leaned on the door frame and knocked with the back of his knuckles, with one ankle crossed over the other. "Hey, feel like going out for a bender?"
"You know it." Bubbler stood up from his bed and shrugged on his navy blue suit coat.
"There's a new broad at Tikki's Palace." Chat Noir shrugged. "Feel like taking in a baby doll?"
"Don't have to ask me twice." Bubbler followed him out to the car, while Chat Noir swung his long black coat around his shoulders.
They got into the packard and Bubbler sat in the driver's seat, while Chat Noir sat shotgun.
"Fire it up!" Chat Noir punched the roof of the car and they took off down the road.
They arrived in front of a decadent building. It was massive and red lights shined brightly onto the front of the place. Crowds of men and women lined up outside of the joint.
Chat Noir got out of the car with Bubbler and Bubbler tossed the valet the keys.
Chat Noir walked up to the gorilla and flashed a smile. The bodyguard let them inside before the rest of the crowd. Chat slipped him a bill, as they walked past.
The inside was lush and red velvet. A main stage surrounded in bulbs of light sat with candlelit tables around the edges.
Chat Noir sat at a V.I.P table near the center of the stage. A cocktail waitress in a short black dress, red wedge heels, and blonde victory curls walked around, holding a tray above her head.
Chat stopped her. "Say honey, can we get whiskey on the rocks?" He slid her bills from the hidden pocket inside his coat and she smirked and slid them into the side of her bra, before walking off to fetch them drinks.
"And now! The dame you all have been waiting to see… Mademoiselle Ladybug!" A muscular man in a black vest and black slacks with nice dress shoes held a mic in his hand. He bowed and walked off stage.
Hot Damn by Ivy Levan began to play from a record player. The red curtain opened to reveal a thin waisted woman with curves and rounded breasts. Her midnight hair was up into victory curls and her corseted bodice was red and the cups were accented with black lace. It followed the curves of her body and wrapped around her upper thighs. She wore a sheer black kimono that ran along the lines of her body and clung to her slender legs.
She swung giant red feathered fans around her body. She popped her breasts in and out, while she crossed the stage. She covered her body with the giant fans and popped her hips to the beat, before strutting along the stage and spinning around with the fans out. She brought them back into herself and shimmied her hips till she crounched on the floor. She sat them down, stood up, and stuck a heeled foot out and twisted with with her hands out and wrists bent, going in opposite directions from the twist of her hips. She shimmied her hips and spun around and looked over her shoulder, as she let the sheer kimono fall down her arms to the floor with a wink.
Chat Noir's mouth fell open at the sight of her. "What a dreamboat."
Bubbler looked at his friend with a smile.
Ladybug walked down from the stage and made her rounds around each table, before leaning into Chat across their table. She pulled his neon green tie and he fell forward without mercy.
She got in his face and sang the words. "Damn these fools won't, won't leave me ALONE!" She belted the last part, winked, let his tie go, and he melted back into his seat with love filled eyes.
Ladybug spun away from him and made her way back up onto the stage, as the song ended. She curtsied and scurried off stage, once she picked up her fans and kimono.
"Damn that dolls got some moxie." Chat Noir was lost in his own fantasies and Bubbler just chuckled and shook his head, as he took a drink of his whiskey.
Song: Hot Damn by Ivy Levan