"Could you wait until we're finished, though?" Tallulah's voice was
passive, but there the sharp look she gave nearly cut Blousey in half on
the spot.
Bugsy's head swam, as he tried to think of something, anything, but he was still inside Tallulah and she was still moving, now oblivious to Blousey's presence. "Blousey!" He managed.
Blousey's delicate features contorted into a mixture of blatant rage and disgust that made his inside liquefy. "Don't you fucking dare speak to me, Bugsy Malone!"
Tallulah climaxed, then Bugsy did, and then Blousey burst into tears and ran out of the room, slamming the dressing room door behind her.
Tallulah stood, pulling her undergarments back up and straightening her dress. "Thanks, tiger." Her voice had a hint of laughter to it, but she held it down well and kissed him once more before she walked gracefully up the stairs to Sam's office.
Bugsy stared at her as she left in disbelief. He'd just had sex with Tallulah in the middle of the speakeasy, like he'd always wanted, but that damn Blousey was off crying now.
He stood up and zipped his fly and tucked his shirt back in.
"Shit," He grumbled, straightening his lapels. Quickly, he stole a bouquet of roses out of a vase on the table next to him, put his hat back on, and scrambled up the stairs.
The dressing room was noisy, even with the door closed Bugsy could hear the squeals and giggles of various showgirls. He knocked and leaned causally in the doorframe. The door swung open and a surprisingly tall woman stood in front of him. She still wore the customary blonde wig over her short brown waves and she looked highly disheveled from a night of dancing and drinking. She was wearing the ugliest dress Bugsy could ever remember setting his eyes on, bright purple with ruffles and cheap beads. Her normally sour and dull-witted look was replaced by a grin which made her large lips stretch almost to their breaking point.
"Hey, Bangles." Bugsy gave his trademark grin. "Is Blousey here?"
Bangles smile drooped sympathetically. "She won't see you, Bugsy. She's mad. Real mad."
He sighed and looked down at the floor. "Bangles, we've had some good times, right? Remember that night when we went for dinner and ended up back at my place?" To be honest, Bugsy had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but at one point he'd gone out to dinner with every showgirl and ended up back at his place. He just hoped that he'd already had that dinner with Bangles.
She chewed on her lip in what she must have thought to be a coy look. "Oh, Bugsy. That was simply magical." She stayed in the doorway, looking incredibly dumb.
He took her hand and kissed her bony knuckles gently. "Do me this favor? Tell Blousey I'm here?"
She giggled unattractively and wrinkled her nose in a smile. "Heh. 'Kay!" In a whirl of hideous violet frills, she turned around and screamed into the room. "BLOUSEY! THE DOOR!"
Everyone was obviously quite taken aback because there was sudden silence within the room, except for the light shuffled of Blousey's feet as she scampered to the door. Bangles pet her condescendingly on the head and, after a final smile at Bugsy, went back inside.
Blousey stepped out of the doorway and into the hall at a good distance from him. There was a loud shuffling noise and all the girls moved to the door to watch them.
Blousey's shoulder length mouse brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun and her pale cheeks were tear stained and blotchy. She looked like hell, but it was understand.
Virgins. Bugsy thought. They're so touchy.
"What do you want, jerk?" She said sharply. Jerk was apparently the best insult she could muster.
"I brought flowers." He held out the still wet roses to her.
She snatched them from him and in her haste stabbed herself with a thorn. "I'll see that Tallulah gets them."
"Don't get smart, Blousey. They're for you."
"I don't want them." She tossed them to his feet and nursed her injured hand.
"Look," This was getting old, fast. "This isn't what it seems like."
"Oh no?" She was starting to raise her voice. "So you weren't.." She gave a small squeak and started to cry again. "Having sex with Tallulah in the middle of the speakeasy?!"
There was a collective gasp from their audience at the door.
"She doesn't mean anything to me, Blousey!" This was a lie. She did mean "something". He just didn't know what.
"Oh yeah, sure. Do you always do.... THAT with girls that don't mean anything to you?"
Er... He thought frantically. "No! Of course not." He felt terribly for lying to a sobbing girl, but there would be a lot more if he told the truth. "It was a mistake. Please, let me make it up to you."
She blinked at him with long, wet eyelashes. "How? How could you possibly make it up to me?"
"I got a job. I'm getting two thousand bucks for doing some favors for Sam."
"Is fucking his girlfriend on the list?"
"Blousey." He said sternly. He hated being interrupted. "Two thousand bucks will buy us two tickets."
"Tickets?"
"On the Super Chief. To Hollywood." This was getting out of hand. If she hadn't cried, he would never have agreed to this.
There was general excitement from the crowd.
"Yeah. Sure."
"Blousey, believe me."
She shook her head and started for the door. "I'll believe it when I see it."
The crowd parted for her and they all gave little waves and winks to Bugsy before closing the door.
What the hell did I just promise to do? He banged his head on the wall.
(A/N: A little short, yes, but that's all that had to happen for now. Will Bugsy actually spend 2 grand on Blousey? Will he ever sleep with Tallulah again? What's up with Tallulah anyway? Where's Fat Sam? Where's Dandy Dan, for that matter?? All this and more to be explained!)
Bugsy's head swam, as he tried to think of something, anything, but he was still inside Tallulah and she was still moving, now oblivious to Blousey's presence. "Blousey!" He managed.
Blousey's delicate features contorted into a mixture of blatant rage and disgust that made his inside liquefy. "Don't you fucking dare speak to me, Bugsy Malone!"
Tallulah climaxed, then Bugsy did, and then Blousey burst into tears and ran out of the room, slamming the dressing room door behind her.
Tallulah stood, pulling her undergarments back up and straightening her dress. "Thanks, tiger." Her voice had a hint of laughter to it, but she held it down well and kissed him once more before she walked gracefully up the stairs to Sam's office.
Bugsy stared at her as she left in disbelief. He'd just had sex with Tallulah in the middle of the speakeasy, like he'd always wanted, but that damn Blousey was off crying now.
He stood up and zipped his fly and tucked his shirt back in.
"Shit," He grumbled, straightening his lapels. Quickly, he stole a bouquet of roses out of a vase on the table next to him, put his hat back on, and scrambled up the stairs.
The dressing room was noisy, even with the door closed Bugsy could hear the squeals and giggles of various showgirls. He knocked and leaned causally in the doorframe. The door swung open and a surprisingly tall woman stood in front of him. She still wore the customary blonde wig over her short brown waves and she looked highly disheveled from a night of dancing and drinking. She was wearing the ugliest dress Bugsy could ever remember setting his eyes on, bright purple with ruffles and cheap beads. Her normally sour and dull-witted look was replaced by a grin which made her large lips stretch almost to their breaking point.
"Hey, Bangles." Bugsy gave his trademark grin. "Is Blousey here?"
Bangles smile drooped sympathetically. "She won't see you, Bugsy. She's mad. Real mad."
He sighed and looked down at the floor. "Bangles, we've had some good times, right? Remember that night when we went for dinner and ended up back at my place?" To be honest, Bugsy had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but at one point he'd gone out to dinner with every showgirl and ended up back at his place. He just hoped that he'd already had that dinner with Bangles.
She chewed on her lip in what she must have thought to be a coy look. "Oh, Bugsy. That was simply magical." She stayed in the doorway, looking incredibly dumb.
He took her hand and kissed her bony knuckles gently. "Do me this favor? Tell Blousey I'm here?"
She giggled unattractively and wrinkled her nose in a smile. "Heh. 'Kay!" In a whirl of hideous violet frills, she turned around and screamed into the room. "BLOUSEY! THE DOOR!"
Everyone was obviously quite taken aback because there was sudden silence within the room, except for the light shuffled of Blousey's feet as she scampered to the door. Bangles pet her condescendingly on the head and, after a final smile at Bugsy, went back inside.
Blousey stepped out of the doorway and into the hall at a good distance from him. There was a loud shuffling noise and all the girls moved to the door to watch them.
Blousey's shoulder length mouse brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun and her pale cheeks were tear stained and blotchy. She looked like hell, but it was understand.
Virgins. Bugsy thought. They're so touchy.
"What do you want, jerk?" She said sharply. Jerk was apparently the best insult she could muster.
"I brought flowers." He held out the still wet roses to her.
She snatched them from him and in her haste stabbed herself with a thorn. "I'll see that Tallulah gets them."
"Don't get smart, Blousey. They're for you."
"I don't want them." She tossed them to his feet and nursed her injured hand.
"Look," This was getting old, fast. "This isn't what it seems like."
"Oh no?" She was starting to raise her voice. "So you weren't.." She gave a small squeak and started to cry again. "Having sex with Tallulah in the middle of the speakeasy?!"
There was a collective gasp from their audience at the door.
"She doesn't mean anything to me, Blousey!" This was a lie. She did mean "something". He just didn't know what.
"Oh yeah, sure. Do you always do.... THAT with girls that don't mean anything to you?"
Er... He thought frantically. "No! Of course not." He felt terribly for lying to a sobbing girl, but there would be a lot more if he told the truth. "It was a mistake. Please, let me make it up to you."
She blinked at him with long, wet eyelashes. "How? How could you possibly make it up to me?"
"I got a job. I'm getting two thousand bucks for doing some favors for Sam."
"Is fucking his girlfriend on the list?"
"Blousey." He said sternly. He hated being interrupted. "Two thousand bucks will buy us two tickets."
"Tickets?"
"On the Super Chief. To Hollywood." This was getting out of hand. If she hadn't cried, he would never have agreed to this.
There was general excitement from the crowd.
"Yeah. Sure."
"Blousey, believe me."
She shook her head and started for the door. "I'll believe it when I see it."
The crowd parted for her and they all gave little waves and winks to Bugsy before closing the door.
What the hell did I just promise to do? He banged his head on the wall.
(A/N: A little short, yes, but that's all that had to happen for now. Will Bugsy actually spend 2 grand on Blousey? Will he ever sleep with Tallulah again? What's up with Tallulah anyway? Where's Fat Sam? Where's Dandy Dan, for that matter?? All this and more to be explained!)
