AN: Hey! This is my brand spankin' new story of love, betrayal, burlesque, and the south! Lotsa sex/violence/Adult situations are featured strongly and a lot in this story. And all tha disclaimer stuff is always in effect!

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Smooches and Southern Etiquette!

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The Flower Room is the place of beautiful women at your beck-and-call, sounds perfect, right? But the problem is that it is over five decades in the past and serves certain death for Cyn. When she starts to dream that she is the star attraction at the show and she is shot and killed, she soon finds that she is linked to the woman spiritually and she may not escape the dream alive.

Geoffrey looked handsome in his tuxedo, his hair slicked back. He looked down at what she was wearing, it was a pink leotard that fit very well to her form and had ruffles on the bottom. It had a small black bow in the center of her chest and a garter. She was holding a large black feather boa.

"Did you have fun, Gardenia?"

"Please, that's my stage name. I'm Nicole." She said posh like.

He stepped towards her. "Fine, Nicole. How's Tucker?" He pushed the hair off of her neck and kissed it.

"He's fine. A bit unsettled but fine."

"Mmmmm. Your job doing you well?"

"Yes. Tucker should be expecting me back soon. Wouldn't want him any more worried, would we?"

He rubbed his face against hers and kissed her ear. "Of course not." He said his voice crisp. He slipped his hand under the garter. He started to kiss her mouth hard. She pulled back soon after.

"Um, I don't have time to do this again. I have to get on stage, soon."

"I will be seeing you later, Gardenia." He kissed her lips. He flicked the feathers that stood broadly from the band in her hair.

"Goodbye." She said flatly. She slipped out the door and walked down the hall. "Tucker!" He turned to her as she ran down the hall and took him in a hug. He was wearing a suit and black leather cummerbund. Tucker, a man named Pierre, and another guy Danny were the security team.

"Did he hurt you?"

"No, we just touched a little. Or he touched me a little."

"Five minuets til stage time." A man said.

"Okay!" She yelled after him. "Tuck, help me find Rose and Daisy."

"We're right here." Rose said from behind her. She was a short woman with brown hair, fair skin and a red outfit where Nicole's was pink.

"Tucker, I love you."

"Good luck." A crisp voice said from behind her. She closed her eyes so not to show her fear.

"Ya'll ready to go on? Dase? Rosie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." Daisy said smoothing her outfit, which was white. She was a blonde who was as tall as Nicole. They stepped through the crimson curtain and on stage. Nicole peeked out the big curtain to see a crowd of men and a sign that said, 'The Flower Room'. The beat started up and Gardenia, Rose, and Daisy started to dance. The girls started to sing. The walked down into the audience and sat on random laps and Nicole was worried to find herself on Geoffrey's.

He whispered in her ear. "Do what I say." She looked confused. "Do what I say and you won't get hurt. Or worst. I could kill your partner in crime up there." She looked down and saw he was holding a gun. He wrapped his hand on her upper arm. She stopped singing. "Not a word. You filthy tart. Don't try to get away or lie yourself out. I know all about you. And you won't be with me. Tucker is no better. We're of the same blood. So you have five seconds to say it yourself or the garden gate is shutting on Gardenia. And if I can't have you nether can he. So dump him. " Her eyes darted around. Then she stood up, snatched her arm out of his grasp and ran on stage.

"Security! That man has a gun!" She yelled and then she turned to Tucker and whispered, "Get your gun." She turned back to the crowd. "We will be back in fifteen minuets once this man is escorted off the premises." And walked off stage. She went straight to the dressing room and passed a calendar: It said 1955.

"Are you okay?" Louisa (Rose) said.

"You said he had a gun?" Mercedes (Daisy) said.

"I am fine, Ladies. I am just a little tired; we should get ready to go back on stage." She slipped out of the leotard and into another costume.

Fifteen minuets later they slipped back on stage. They went on dancing and singing when Nicole heard a couple of weird popping sounds. Then a feeling of cold went through her hip, into her thigh, and down her leg. She fell to the ground. There were some other noises and she pulled the gun from her underwear band and shot when she saw Geoffrey. He pulled the trigger. She heard gun shots get louder. The bullet flew at her…

"Tucker!" Cyn yelled as she sat up abruptly. She was sweating and breathing hard. She looked at the darkness around her and crawled to the edge of the bed and walked to the door between her and Sam and Dean's room. It was cracked slightly so she could see outlines of various pieces big furniture but not where the brothers were sleeping. She eased the creaky door open and walked in. "Sam?" She hissed. "Sam!" She turned to see a gun sticking out of the darkness. Cyn screamed bloody murder. "Please don't shoot!" She yelled helplessly.

"Cyn?" Dean's voice croaked.

"Dean?"

"What's going on?" Sam said sitting straight up.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"You were going to shoot me!" She said starting to cry.

"That's why you're here?"

"No!"

Dean sighed. "Just let me put some clothes on and wake stupid over there-"

"You sleep naked?"

He rubbed his eyes. "No, not most of the time, in my boxers okay?"

"Oh." She turned around and said under her breath, "Damn." Dean sat up and looked at her as she went back into her room.

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