Author's Note: Just incase you managed to forget that adore you all for your reviews, thanks again. Cate.
"What, Olivia?" asks the furious Casey, "Do you honestly think anything you say will change my mind?"
"I can only hope so. Casey, I told her to leave, and before I knew it her hands were all over me," Olivia pauses, trying to see if anything has sunk in. "She means nothing to me Casey; you're the one I want. Please believe me."
"You promise?" Casey asks her voice breaking.
"Yes, I do Casey," Olivia responds firmly. "Now help me figure out how to get rid of her."
"Liv, I have an idea…" Casey says deviously.
Olivia walks back into the hallway where Marquesa is waiting impatiently.
"Sorry about that doll. Some girls just don't know their place," Olivia tells Marquesa.
"I do, Oliv-via," Marquesa says as she touches Olivia's arm and presses her body against Olivia's.
"That's what I like about you. Say, would you like to have dinner tonight? I could make a reservation at Javert's, 7pm."
"I'll be there. I'll be the one who makes your heart stop," At that Marquesa struts to the exit.
"We'll see about that," Olivia mutters.
That night, the snow looks vaguely dirty. As Marquesa steps out of the cab, she is careful to avoid getting any snow on her black stain pumps. She is 10 minutes late of course, because that's the best way to be the center of attention. As she waits for the doorman to open the door to the restaurant, she looks around for Olivia. She can't see her yet, but she is certain Olivia is there. She walks into the grand dining room, the city lights filtering in through the long windows framed by velvet curtains. The walls and ceiling are covered in delicate painted flowers with an ornate gold trim around them.
"Hi, I have a reservation, 'Benson'?"
"Yes, Miss. This way, please."
As Marquesa nears the table, Olivia is nowhere to be seen. Instead, a cocky looking man sits at one of the two chairs.
"Who the fuck are you?" Marquesa asks, as she sits down across from him.
"I'm Trevor Langan, and I'm your blind date."
"I don't date men," She replies coolly.
"Well you should, homosexuality is disgusting. God made women to be with men. If you get to know me, you'll find out what you're missing."
At that, Marquesa loudly gets up from her chair and throws Trevor's expensive wine in his face. Trevor jumps from his chair and grabs Marquesa's arm roughly.
"Get your hands off of me, you pig."
"Bitch." Trevor raises his arm to slap Marquesa briefly before he is tackled by a tall, raven-haired woman.
"Police. Detective Nina Cassady. What the hell did you think you were doing?" the woman asks furiously, as she wrenches his arms behind his back. She then turns to Marquesa, "Did he hurt you, miss?"
"Pig wasn't man enough to," Marquesa retorts.
Trevor's arms fight Nina's, as he attempts to lunge at Marquesa. He is no match however for the detective.
"Apologize to the lady," growls Nina. He stands mute for a minute, so she twists his arm. "Now," she orders.
"I'm sorry," he says insincerely, with a slight pain in his voice.
"Thank you," she replies, echoing his insincerity. She then releases him. "Now, I don't expect you'll be bothering the lady anymore, will you?"
"No," he replies, his face red and his eyes fuming. He throws 10 dollars on the table, and turns sharply to the door.
"Thank you," drawls the moll, "May I be reminded of my knight's name?"
"Nina Cassady, and your name m'lady?" Nina asks, while extending her hand.
"Marquesa Di Agostino."
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Marquesa," she says as she takes Marquesa's hand and leads her to the dance floor.
"I hope you have a loose definition of friendship," Marquesa jokes as their bodies interweave to the beat.
Author's Note: I used a famous line from Casablanca, and Casablanca was released in 1942… Sorry, it just fit so well, I had to :). Javert is the villain from Les Misérables, one of my favorite books. Cate.