I have an insane day ahead with a new job and still having to work out one of the others so it's a three job kinda day ... a good 12 hours worth. I am posting this early so I didn't run out of time in the morning ... I do not want you to miss
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Jack watched her move towards him and finally felt the first butterflies as her long legs flashed out the side of the tight dress. Like Jessica Rabbit come to life and he shifted in the bar stool as she turned to let the doorman take her jacket, her shoulders wide and pale like the rest of her, apart from the wild red dress that screamed harlot.
Finally.
Jack was hopeful this one might bear fruit.
Then she was walking over and settling on the bar stool and crossing those fine legs, letting the dress fall to one side so they could enjoy some attention. The heels were killer and he looked at them with interest as he wondered if they were going to look as good around his ears, then he grinned as he moved closer, "Drink gorgeous?"
"Why yes please" came a breathy reply, her eyelashes fluttering coyly and for a moment he was struck dumb as she stared at him, her pouted lips inviting.
Wow.
They sipped their drinks and he glanced at her again, noting her strong hands, potters hands? Artist? Musician? He tries to pick her profession and then gave up, "I'm a Heddlu officer, Torchwood division."
He felt it best to get it out there first, give her the option of sharing or responding. She just hummed around the straw she was sucking in a decadent way and he was again entranced.
"Does that shade have name?" he blurted, then bushed, "Ah .. the lipstick. It's very pretty."
"Whore" came the simple reply "Whore Red. My favourite."
Jack was starting to notice something out the corner of his eye so he turned his head to see a man approaching with a look of thunder and in the distance a woman had just arrived in a two piece business suit a solid red, her eyes canning for someone …. Shit. Fuck.
Jack looked at the woman on the tool next to him again, "Emma?"
"No" she giggled, a high pitched one that turned into a squeak as she was yanked off the chair.
"So this is where you go? You put on your airs and graces and then slip over into shitville for a while? Is this him? This your casual fucktoy? Eh?" the man was snarling and Jack stood to defend her as her wrist twisted in the man's grip.
"Hang on a sec!" he barked as he went to step between them and the man swing to face him.
"Fuck off, you've have your last piece of arse off him, di ya hear me? And as for you Arthur, you are coming home this fucking instant and getting this dress off. Fuck knows what it cost me" the man was pulling her towards the other woman in red who was watching with a look of confusion.
Then Jack connected.
"Arthur?"
He tuned to follow, "Hang on, there has been a misunderstanding, hey"
They were out in the street as the man started to shove the woman towards a taxi and Jack watched her loose her footing and tumble to the ground with a sickening thud. "OI! No need for that shit!"
"Look mate, run. As fast as you can from this mess of mine. He will only mess with you and come home to me. He always comes home to me" the man sneered.
Now Jack understood and he shoved the man in the chest to get some room, "SHE is not your bloody possession. You need to calm the fuck down. We are not having some secret tryst. I am here waiting for a blind date. Was told she would wear red and was blonde. When Bunny sat down at the bar I thought it was her and struck up a conversation. We've never met, until now I sincerely thought she was all woman and there was no mention of extracurricular actives."
The man glared at Jack, then turned to her as she clambered to her feet, "This right?"
"I never saw him before, he called my Bunny for fucksake. You know my drag name is Connie" came the masculine voice full of hurt, "I told you I wanted to wear me new frock. You … you are such a bully sometimes Gordon."
Gordon sighed, pulling her close, "Sorry Arty. Fuck. Sorry love. You know how jealous I get."
"I know" cam a muffled reply as they embraced and Jack sighed stepping back to let them have their space then cursing as the woman in the red business suit slid into the taxi with a look of thunder.
Jack considered and went back to the bar.
At least the glass of booze was still happy to see him, as was the bartender who was now assured tips all evening.
Bummer.
Gods, was so well made up too.
Jack loved a man in a pretty frock.