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"And if it isn't my favorite jackleg lawyer." Returned Velma through daringly vacant eyes. The exhilarating ripple of her voice sent little waves of pleasure down his spine; feelings of pleasure that had been lying dormant in recent months, even in the presence of additional female company, since the trial where he had last encountered Velma.
It was far from clear-cut to Mr. Flynn as to which point he had begun to think of the dark-haired dance fiend as more than a client. Assumedly, over a vast period of time one emotion after another had crept into his once compassionless heart, like objects into a slowly developing picture. Jovially enough, Velma had become not an infectious addiction, but more akin to an enjoyable summer stroll through the park that he had long come to look forward to on many a sleepless night.
Billy tried to act nonchalant as Velma sat herself down beside him, his eyes raking over the same paragraph of the file he was skimming through again and again. But his strained counterfeit was no match for Velma's keen perception to when she had unwittingly bewitched the opposite sex. She held the dominance over the situation, and that was how she liked it.
"It really has been too long, Billy. I wish we could have met again on more cheerful circumstances." The expression on her face darkening in tandem with the sudden dimming lights of the room.
"You read my mind exactly, Miss Kelly." He said through a crooked grin. "One of my many hidden talents." Joked Velma. "You'd be surprised at how good I am at other things besides performing." She added flashing him a wink, a slight hint of seduction in her pitch. Billy was delighting in where the circumstance was taking a keen shift to, but now, he felt, it was time to get down to business.
"What have you gotten yourself into this time, Velma?" He mocked boorishly as his eyes returned down to his file and then back up to meet her glare. "I guess it's true what they say about a leopard never changing her spots, eh?" With each word of his cool affirmation Velma only proceeded to become more and more perturbed.
"It's not what you think, Billy...Didn't you speak to Roxie?" She asked him, her face crinkling up into an affronted scowl.
Realizing he was playing with matches in a room of flammable carriage, he said, "Yes, I was already over there actually. And all I meant to say was it could get pretty hard to convince the masses of your innocence...twice."
"But I really am innocent this time! I am! I didn't care about that guy, it was an act of defense. I came in, a-and he was attacking Roxie!" She gazed around the room in a state of hysteria as if every inanimate object in the room had instantaneously taken to life. "You do believe me Billy, don't you?!" She cried in whips of panic as she grabbed his steady hands inverse to her daft quivering ones.
The seconds crept into minutes before either one could say anything. She stared long and hard at him, her eyes melting into his, begging for acceptance.
Then without warning, in an inconceivable pitch of intensity he leaned over and imposed his lips to hers. The kiss seemed to end as quickly as it started, but by now Billy was encouraged. Nevertheless, as a gentleman of always high stature, or at least with the fairer sex, he reminded himself to not take advantage of the situation and to keep things platonic...at least for the time being.
"I believe you." He asserted in a caramel whisper. "From one liar to another." Billy's inexhaustible charm as well as the oppression of the situation was all at once too much for Velma. She burst into unhinged laughter, Billy succeeding her gutturally.
Suddenly, but most likely through fault of the kiss, Velma's heart ached miserably for Roxie. She thought of everything the two had been through together in only the course of a few hours. She thought of where she should have been at that moment, curled up in Roxie's bed, holding her, the crackling of the roaring fire in the hearth the only music they would have had to dance to that night, and for nobody but themselves.
But in the many-colored disarray that surrounded her now, none of that could be. And Roxie would sit alone in the cold unforgiving darkness, wallowing in the lost rapture that had so freshly been given to her.
It wasn't fair, she thought. Neither of them were throbbing humanitarians...far from it, Velma knew that. But with the newly found motivation to turn over a new leaf flowing from both sides, they didn't deserve this.
They say history repeats itself, and Velma, now, sitting in the grungy recesses of the murky prison's conference room, found this as true without a doubt. Her life, she thought, which had always seemed to take the shape of a Greek tragedy, was once again thrown into chaos in the first light of her finding true happiness.
Velma sat staring with her teeth set and her brows furrowed like the hands of an over-wound clock, at the far side of the wall. "By the way Billy, how was Roxie when you went to see her?" She said finally, her voice a desert of emotion.
Billy once again finding the air thick with surreptitious contempt, attempted to get back to business, while still mystified with Velma's aching, grieving beauty. He got up out of his chair and walked over to the direction in which she was facing.
"She was OK, still a little shaken up, especially with all the reporters circling around the house and what not, but she was doing all right. You know it's funny you should bring her up. That's something I wanted to talk to you about. I saw her bruises and cuts, Vel. They say Harrison is prosecuting this one, correct?" His voice was now consumed with uncertainty. She turned to face him, her stomach beginning to knot from his dubiously ominous tone.
"Yeah...And?" She inquired hastily. "On a regular basis, since there were no actual eye witnesses besides you and Roxie to the events that took place, and with evidence as clear cut as those pretty serious abrasions she's got all over her, well, to be perfectly honest this would be an open and shut case.
Velma, still partly in another world, eyed him foreignly. "What I'm saying here Vel, is he has nothing to go on. And Harrison, though he by no means can hold a candle to me, is NOT a stupid guy. He knows all this too."
"But Harrison hates us, Billy. He thinks we embarrassed him last time when Roxie and I both got off scot-free. Why the hell would he set himself up to lose another case that he knows he can't possibly win?"
Billy shook his head dismally. At once the mood of the grisly gray room overtook him, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "That's what I want to know, Velma...I think he's up to something."
TBC--Soon...if you're nice to me ;D