Okay, so this is a bit longer than my last chapter..but still not as long as I would like my chapters to be. I promise when I get mroe time I'll make them longer..but just bare with me for now!
After climbing out the window and down the fire escape, the pair walked down the silent streets of Brooklyn. The night was dark and chilly, the only light coming from the occasional lit window and the few gas lamps along the street side. Velvet had slid on a jacket before leaving, anticipating the frigid night air, but she still found herself shaking. Spot, on the other hand, was clad in his regular clothing with the addition of a light jacket, and seemed to be holding up very well.
They walked in silence for a while, their feet pounding on the cobblestone ground the only sound filling the deserted Brooklyn streets. Velvet pulled a cigarette from her back pocket and lit it, letting the match fall to the ground when she was done. Spot watched from the corner of his eye as she inhaled slowly and let the smoke fall from her lips into the night air. He pulled the pocket watch he often carried from his pants pocket and saw that it was just past eleven. "It's almost midnight." He said as he slipped the watch away.
"Whoop-de-doo." Velvet said in mock excitement. She drew another slow drag and let the smoke back out with a deep sigh.
"Well," Spot said as he reached out and pulled the cigarette from between her lips. He moved swiftly in front of Velvet, his hands clasped behind his back, and turned to walk backwards so he faced her. "Medda's show starts at midnight." He took a short drag and puffed the smoke out into her face.
"and I would love to go watch Medda parade around on stage while men drool at her from their seats." Velvet said sarcastically. She swatted the smoke out of her eyes and looked expectantly at Spot, hand outstretched for her cigarette.
"Come on," Spot said, slightly annoyed by her sarcasm. Though, not enough to make him too annoyed. He ignored her outstretched hand and took another puff. "Medda's a friend." He looked at her with his sexy smirk. Velvet huffed, hating his notorious grin, and shoved her hands deeper into her pockets. Spot turned around to face forward again and slid into step beside her. "Besides," he continued "you know they'll be drooling just as much over you." He smiled inwardly, knowing her had her hook, line, and sinker.
Velvet smiled cunningly. "I have no doubt about that." She said self confidently, a devilish smile painted on her face.
It was almost time for the show when they arrived at Medda's, slipping in through the back door. It was usually off limits, but many newsies who knew Medda well where know to sneak in that way, hoping to get a moment with the Meadow Lark before she went on stage. Velvet sighed from the pleasurable warmth of the backstage area, shrugging out of her jacket and hanging it on a hook by the door.
"Medda?" Spot called out, hanging his jacket beside Velvet's.
"Hello?" a heavily accented voice called from the stairs to their left. Moments later the lovely Medda Larkson appeared from behind a thick curtain at the top. She smiled when she saw them. "Spot…" She trailed off as she quickly danced down the stairs, her feet pattering softly down the plush velvet lining them. "and Velvet!" she exclaimed happily when she reached the bottom, pulling Spot into a large hug, and Velvet after him. "What great honor do I owe you two for gracing me with your presence?" Her thick, sweet accent was pleasant and sultry.
"We wanted to come and see the beautiful Swiss Meadow Lark." Spot said flirtingly, reaching out to grasp Medda's hand and kiss it. She laughed softly.
"Oh, so you came to see my late night show. I would expect as much from you, Spot." She turned to Velvet, reaching out and taking the younger girls hands. "But you, my dear? What did he bribe you with to get you here?" Her words were charming and genuine.
"Ah, you know I love you Medda." Velvet smiled sweetly back, bearing her teeth. She wasn't lying, she did love Medda. But no girls ever came to the late night show, for good reason. Young men came to gaze at the Swiss beauty and get drunk, not the best place for a lady in the middle of the night.
"Well," Medda said, motioning for Velvet to spin around for her. Velvet did so slowly, with her arms spread wide. Spot couldn't help but watch as she did, his eyes scaling her body. "If your coming to my show, and with such a strapping young lad," her voice held only a bit of sarcasm there, "then we must get you into something more suiting for the Vaudeville stage!"
"Oh, Medda, no. I'm fine in these clothes!" She whined with a smile, humoring Medda but not in the mood to get dolled up. "And Spot doesn't have a jacket. We'll just stand in the back."
"I got a jacket." Spot said matter-of-factly, reaching to a peg behind the closet door and retrieving an old suit jacket. He shrugged it on his shoulders and did a full turn, showing off its fit.
"See, now come on Velvet, don't complain. You'll look gorgeous!" Medda exclaimed happily as she led her up the plush stairs. Velvet looked to Spot in a silent plea for help, but he only smirked and waved her on her way, pleased with the idea of her discomfort. Velvet looked at him angrily and huffed after Medda up the tall stairs.
Now I would love to ask the advice of whoever is reading this little story of mine..I have a slight idea of what I want to happen next, but I'm not one hundred percent sure. SO..
First, does anyone have any suggestions of what color Velvet's dress should be? on what should Spot's favorite color on her be? If so, I'd love to hear it!
Second, if anyone has any ideas about what should occur at or after Medda's performance, I would love to hear them too! Like I said, I have a few ideas running around, but I'd love to hear what you all want/think!
Last but not least, I want to know if I should keep Spot as his oover-egotistical high-and-might self, or if i should show his soft side? We all know he has one, somewhere, and I promise you'll see it somewhere in this story..I'm just not sure how soon I should start revealing his inner-feelings and this careing side of his. If anyone has an opinion, objection, strong feeling, desire, or otherwise, please leave a reviw and let me know! I love feed back, it keeps me going.
