Disclaimers: I do not own these characters except for Rebecca Robinson and
Stacia Amass. The others belong to J.K.
I know it's another short chapter, but bear with me.they will get longer and better as things develop.
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Seven
Friday evening- The Naked Lady: Same day
Jessica stood on the tiny stage peeking out from the curtain at the packed house just beyond. She could barely distinguish anything in the darkness of the clubroom outside. Loud voices called out to waitresses to bring beer or whiskey or whatever they wanted to which the woman complied meekly.
Her eyes darted around the darkened room searching for Severus's tall figure. He had already missed her first session and it was already eleven. She was starting to worry that he would not make it tonight.
Where was he? He promised he would be here.
She looked about the cluttered room and noted that all the regulars were in tonight. That was good, that meant the tips would be plenty tonight. God knows she needed the money. She would have to get a second job if things didn't shape up fast. It was either that or be deported back to America. Not that she didn't love her homeland, she did, it was just that she didn't feel like it 'was' her homeland anymore. She felt more comfortable in this country, freer to do what she loved, when she wanted to do it and with whomever she wanted to do it with.
To Hell with the so-called family and friends, that hasn't returned one letter in the last four months. She didn't need them anymore. She had new family, new friends.
She looked to the left at the base of the stage and frowned noticing that table three, which she had reserved for Severus, was not empty. Two very drunken men were passed out into their drinks, splayed across the table. She caught Charlie's eye and nodded to the table.
The manager sighed and shook his head going to the table while determinedly rolling up his sleeve. She watched him as he and another worker managed to remove the two burly men and lean them against the wall at the back of the club. Charlie gave her a grin and a thumb's up signal. She replied with an answering grin of thanks before she let the curtain fall back into place.
The curtain man tapped his watch indicating that it was time to go on. She picked up the microphone and shook her arms, rolling her head and shoulders trying to rid herself of the familiar nerves and release some tension. Closing her eyes she pasted a big smile on her face and nodded to the man. The music changed and the curtain rose.
She stepped out into the lights and thunderous applause and began to sing.
"My story is much too sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know is the case When I'm out on a quiet spree Fighting vainly the old ennui And then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face"
The outside door opened allowing whatever little light there was to enter and she watched as a tall silhouette entered. She looked up right into her lover's eyes. Her heart skipped a beat as he nodded to her and smiled. She could easily make out his features in the darkened room. How did he do that? It was like he had some kind of Inner Light radiating from deep inside. Her fake smile became very real as he approached with his cloak thrown over his shoulders, billowing out behind him.
She continued to sing.. her voice sounding more confident.
"I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So why should it be true That I get a kick out of you."
She could see him chuckling at this choice of song and she beamed at him. He stopped at the base of the stairs holding out his hand to her. Oh, the look in his eyes.
"I get no kick from cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrifically too But I get a kick out of you."
She stepped down from the stage reaching out a hand to him eager to touch him to feel him.
"I get a kick every time I see you Standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to see
You obviously do not adore me."
She grinned as his eyebrow rose into his hairline at that last line. His eyes telling her that that particular line was inaccurate. Their hands met as she stepped down from the last step.
"I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some guy in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do But I get a kick You give me a boot I get a kick out of you."
She ended the song in his arms with the hoots and hollers ringing in her ears and pressed her lips to his.
"I was afraid you weren't coming."
"No one would dare stop me, my dear."
A/N's and Acknowledgements:
*Song: I get a kick out of you.. By Cole Porter*
jillybean: Thank you, I plan on continuing this. Thanks for taking the time to read it.
J.S. Sumner: Hum.. You want an ass kicking? Let me see where I can enter one just for you.. Okay? Have to go through this story and find where to place it. I will happily go and read your story, but I think I already have, the name sounds VERY familiar.. but hell.. I'm there! Thanks again for giving me your honest thoughts. They mean the world to me.
Thank you to everyone who had taken the time to read and review..
RWH
I know it's another short chapter, but bear with me.they will get longer and better as things develop.
~~~
Seven
Friday evening- The Naked Lady: Same day
Jessica stood on the tiny stage peeking out from the curtain at the packed house just beyond. She could barely distinguish anything in the darkness of the clubroom outside. Loud voices called out to waitresses to bring beer or whiskey or whatever they wanted to which the woman complied meekly.
Her eyes darted around the darkened room searching for Severus's tall figure. He had already missed her first session and it was already eleven. She was starting to worry that he would not make it tonight.
Where was he? He promised he would be here.
She looked about the cluttered room and noted that all the regulars were in tonight. That was good, that meant the tips would be plenty tonight. God knows she needed the money. She would have to get a second job if things didn't shape up fast. It was either that or be deported back to America. Not that she didn't love her homeland, she did, it was just that she didn't feel like it 'was' her homeland anymore. She felt more comfortable in this country, freer to do what she loved, when she wanted to do it and with whomever she wanted to do it with.
To Hell with the so-called family and friends, that hasn't returned one letter in the last four months. She didn't need them anymore. She had new family, new friends.
She looked to the left at the base of the stage and frowned noticing that table three, which she had reserved for Severus, was not empty. Two very drunken men were passed out into their drinks, splayed across the table. She caught Charlie's eye and nodded to the table.
The manager sighed and shook his head going to the table while determinedly rolling up his sleeve. She watched him as he and another worker managed to remove the two burly men and lean them against the wall at the back of the club. Charlie gave her a grin and a thumb's up signal. She replied with an answering grin of thanks before she let the curtain fall back into place.
The curtain man tapped his watch indicating that it was time to go on. She picked up the microphone and shook her arms, rolling her head and shoulders trying to rid herself of the familiar nerves and release some tension. Closing her eyes she pasted a big smile on her face and nodded to the man. The music changed and the curtain rose.
She stepped out into the lights and thunderous applause and began to sing.
"My story is much too sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know is the case When I'm out on a quiet spree Fighting vainly the old ennui And then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face"
The outside door opened allowing whatever little light there was to enter and she watched as a tall silhouette entered. She looked up right into her lover's eyes. Her heart skipped a beat as he nodded to her and smiled. She could easily make out his features in the darkened room. How did he do that? It was like he had some kind of Inner Light radiating from deep inside. Her fake smile became very real as he approached with his cloak thrown over his shoulders, billowing out behind him.
She continued to sing.. her voice sounding more confident.
"I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So why should it be true That I get a kick out of you."
She could see him chuckling at this choice of song and she beamed at him. He stopped at the base of the stairs holding out his hand to her. Oh, the look in his eyes.
"I get no kick from cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrifically too But I get a kick out of you."
She stepped down from the stage reaching out a hand to him eager to touch him to feel him.
"I get a kick every time I see you Standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to see
You obviously do not adore me."
She grinned as his eyebrow rose into his hairline at that last line. His eyes telling her that that particular line was inaccurate. Their hands met as she stepped down from the last step.
"I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some guy in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do But I get a kick You give me a boot I get a kick out of you."
She ended the song in his arms with the hoots and hollers ringing in her ears and pressed her lips to his.
"I was afraid you weren't coming."
"No one would dare stop me, my dear."
A/N's and Acknowledgements:
*Song: I get a kick out of you.. By Cole Porter*
jillybean: Thank you, I plan on continuing this. Thanks for taking the time to read it.
J.S. Sumner: Hum.. You want an ass kicking? Let me see where I can enter one just for you.. Okay? Have to go through this story and find where to place it. I will happily go and read your story, but I think I already have, the name sounds VERY familiar.. but hell.. I'm there! Thanks again for giving me your honest thoughts. They mean the world to me.
Thank you to everyone who had taken the time to read and review..
RWH