Chapter 6: A Walking Sin
We dote on our men
While they go out and party
But baby sometimes we need to sin a little
And get a little rowdy
It was only a day till my date with Mr. Gatsby and I was rather excited that I could barely focus on Kate Chopin's novel, The Awakening. I wondered what excitement was ahead with spending time with this mysterious man. I wanted to know more about Gatsby aside from the crazy rumors I had heard about him at the party a night ago. It seemed utter nonsense that this man was a German spy or that he killed a man.
But amongst rumors there was always some truth…wasn't it?
I felt myself smile a little, recalling the bright smile on his face that seemed neither forced nor false when he danced with me. He seemed to be actually enjoying himself, and if I could say so myself, I would think this would be the first time he actually immersed himself into the party.
But really, what type of man would throw a party and not mingle a little?
This Gatsby was very much a mystery, maybe that's why I find myself so attracted to him. A man with a mystery to unlock was always so….sapid.
I smiled even more like a giggling girl with a crush. How silly of me.
"What is having you smiling so much?" Jordan asked, popping her head into my room. Her face was clear of makeup and she looked much older than she usual did but she was still beautiful and radiant nonetheless.
"Oh nothing my dearest cousin," I said with a coy smile, covering it slightly with the book in my hands.
Jordan smiled back at me just as coyly, opening the door, and stepping inside. She was wearing a simple pale peach colored beaded flapper dress, and her hair was pushed behind her ears, making her look more boyish. "Now now Vivien, there must be reason why you're smiling," she said, coming over to my bed and laying rather seductively on it.
"Has a man caught your eye?" she asked, her eyes seeming to light up at the thought of a scandal. "A woman would never smile like that unless she just bumped off her husband and inherited lots of money or it's a man."
"Well there is a man who was rather hotsy totsy that night at the party I went too," I said with a rather coy smile, closing the book.
"I knew it!" Jordan laughed merrily and gripped my hand in hers, bouncing it up and down in excitement. "You must tell me about him, you must!" I felt myself smile at my cousin's excitement over my interest in man. I knew and she knew that I knew that she didn't care about if I liked someone, only if it was someone of interest that she could gossip about to her rich chatter box friends.
A false smile spread onto my lips and I removed my hand from hers, running the hand through my hair, putting a few strands behind my ear before smacking my lips. "Well…" I trailed. "Well, what?" Jordan said in excitement, rolling over onto her stomach, looking at me with her sultry blue eyes.
"This man was keen Jordan, and very smooth. He was funny and he really knew how to dance on the floor. He even knew how to do the Charleston!" I said with the utmost enthusiasm. "Everything about him was so grand and so mysterious. All I wanted him to do to me is neck me right there on the dancefloor."
"Oh my!" Jordan said with a laugh, covering her lips with a wide smile. "A man who caught your interest so badly that you wanted to commit a scandal with him right there on the dancefloor…he must be the bees knees."
"Oh he is Jor," I said, feeling myself blush in embarrassment at my crazed excitement over him. How embarrassing and silly.
"Sounds like you have a crush."
"Nonsense," I said, waving my hand in dismissal. "I just find him highly sapid and engaging."
Jordan chuckled and shook her head. "Keep telling yourself that my dear sweet Vivien," she said teasingly. "What was this fellows name?"
I opened my mouth, about to say his name but then shut it. I didn't want Jordan to know of his name. She was a gossip. And she would probably go off and run her kisser about me and this man, spreading false rumors about us to. I frowned a little and then smiled, figuring out a name that I thought would suite Mr. Gatsby.
"James…his name was James," I said, the name seeming to roll of my tongue with ease.
"Jaaaames what?" she asked, wagging her dark brows at me.
"James…MacArthur," I said quite proud of myself for coming up with that name.
"MacArthur? Mm, I've never heard of a man with that last name," she said suspiciously. I only rolled my shoulders. "Oh? You haven't? I thought you of all people would have heard of him!"
Jordan's cheeks flushed and she huffed. "I-I think I have heard of a man named MacArthur. I heard he runs a few companies…" I only shook my head at my cousin's foolishness. She wanted to seem like she knew everyone but reality Jordan wasn't really all that great, no matter if she was a very good female golfer. She was just like everyone else, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
"Yes…he told me that's what he does," I muttered, opening my book and going back to reading. "Now if you'll excuse me Jordan, I have some reading to do…"
"We will have none of that!" Jordan said, snatching the book from me and slamming it shut.
I scowled at her. "And what do you think you're doing?"
"When are you going to see this…MacArthur again?" she asked.
"Tomorrow…why should it matter?"
"T-Tomorrow?! Why we have to go shopping to get you a dress!" she said with a smile, dropping my book. "We must!"
I knew I was frowning, I could tell because Jordan's bright smile fell. "Why? I have enough dresses as it is," I said shaking my head. "Because you have a date tomorrow!" she said, looking at me as if my question was rather stupid to ask.
"Do we women really need to always go out and spend our money to make ourselves look pretty for just some man?" I asked with a rather heavy sigh.
Jordan laughed so loud that it echoed throughout the entire room. And then she looked at me, a rather devilish gleam in her eyes and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
"Why of course~"
-An Hour Later-
I was currently in the back of Jordan's car with Jordan and Daisy while her driver drove us into the city. I was leaning rather grumpily to the side, looking to the side, watching as a bunch of cars drove past us, the wind whipping our hair.
Daisy was cloaked in a tan, purple, and pink sequin flapper dress that showed off her willowy body quite nicely and tanned flapper heels. Her blonde locks was done in wispy curls and she wore a sequin tan and pink cloche hat ontop of her head, her makeup was soft and rather innocent in appearance. Jordan wore a silver and black beaded flapper party dress that showed off the little curves she had and simple jeweled cloche hat. Her lips were painted a soft pink color but her around her eyes the makeup was dark. I wore a black Coco Chanel flapper dress, black heels, my neck decorated with jewelry and a black Lanvin cloche hat was adorned ontop of my head. I wore sinful red lipstick and kept the makeup around my eyes dark and sultry.
I looked to be going to a funeral, and the look I wore on my face made it seem like someone had died. I heard Jordan laugh and say, "Don't look so down Vivien! Your date will love the way you look once we find you a dress!"
I snorted very unlady-like, unhappy to be in the car instead of my bedroom reading and it made it even worse that Daisy was here, and sitting directly next to me. How fun. "Don't act so down Vivi!" Daisy said, her laughter following sounding like a scratchy record to my ears.
I only sighed even more in irritation.
Jordan scowled a little but then she tapped the driver. "Turn on the radio dear! We'd like to hear some tunes!"
The driver nodded and flicked on the radio, and then turned it up, and soon loud music began to blare and fill up the tensioned air between us. (STP: Let's pretend those cars hard built in radios back then XD. And Italics= Song, Regular Font= Daisy and Jordan, and Bold Italics= Vivien)
I just want to have good time
Can't I have fun for the rest of my life?
I felt myselfturn to the woman's voice on the radio and felt a smile twitching on my lips. Jordan did know how much I loved music. I stared at her and watched as her and Daisy began to sing along with the woman's voice.
"Just go where the wind blows!"
Here he comes, yeah he caught my eye
And we made love to the moonlight
"Just go where the wind blows!"
I felt myself shaking my head and turning my head away from the two younger females, not wanting to show them that I may just enjoy myself with them after all.
I know he didn't come to me
No one, no one
You can't care, if he's just strung out here
Just because I am more single than anymore
"Awh, come on Vivien don't be like that!" Jordan said with a laugh, reaching over Daisy to pinch my arm, making me gasp in pain and then I turned my attention to Jordan, scowling heavily and glaring at her heatedly. She then began to mouth the words to the song:
"It doesn't mean I wasn't searching for a perfect pair"
"Come on Vivien! You know you want to sing with us!" Daisy said with a loud laugh. Jordan laughed and nodded her head in agreement with Daisy, shaking her small chest towards me in a playful and flirty manner. And it wasn't long before I started to smile. "Fine! I'll humor you two!" I shouted and then opened my lips beginning to sing:
"O, yes, we all need someone!
But we say we don't need no one
Yes, we all need someone!
But, sometimes we need that interference!"
Daisy and Jordan looked at me in shock and I felt my cheeks heat up. "What?" "I didn't know you could sing!" Daisy said in awe. "Your voice is so grand!"
"Come on now, keep singing!" she said with enthusiasm.
"I just want to have good time
Can't I have fun for the rest of my life?"
"Just go where the wind blows!"
"Here he comes, yeah he caught my eye
And we made love to the moonlight
Just go where the wind blows!"
I know he didn't come to me
No one, no one
You can't care, if he's just strung out here
Just because I am more single than anymore
"It doesn't mean that I wasn't searching for a perfect pair!"
"Cause we all need someone!
Yes, we all need to be ourselves
Yes, we all need someone
Yet it's sometimes good when we get that interference!"
"Look I just want to have a good time
Can't I have fun for the rest of my life?"
We all waved our hands into the air, letting the wind whip through our hair, all of our eyes closed for just a minute, enjoying the freedom of the evening air where there was no men around just us girls.
"Just go where the wind blows!"
And here he comes, and he caught my eye
"And we made love to the moonlight!"
Just go where the wind blows…
"I just wanna have a good time
Can't I have fun for the rest of my life?
Just go where the wind blows!"
I then tossed up my hands and laughed merrily along with Jordan and Daisy as if we had no care in the world. I guess I might just have fun with these two idjits after all. "Oh, that was fun!" Daisy said with a loud giggle, bouncing up and down in her seat like a little girl who was just told she got a pony for her birthday.
"Indeed it was," I said with a wide smile as the music began to die down. And surprisingly the rest of the ride was pleasant. We all chatted about nonsense and the latest gossip until we reached our destination to the rich part of New York, and then we got out of when car and quickly made it into the clothing establishment. We were greeted by a rather greasy looking man who was slim, his hair an inky black color and slicked back, his eyes squinty and almost seemed to be an amber color, and his skin looked pasty and clammy. The man gave me the heebie jeebies. He looked very shady.
He smiled as he looked at all of us up and down like we were pieces of meat and then came over to us, outstretching his arms. "Ladies! Ladies! How may I help you?" he asked, his voice sounding very smooth like oil, and that bothered me even more.
"Well we're looking for a dress for our dear friend here," Jordan said, touching my shoulder. "She's going a date tomorrow and well we want her to look very…enticing if you catch my drift." "Enticing eh?" The man grinned and looked at me up and down, drinking in my body before looking back up into my eyes. And I suddenly felt dirty, having the urge to both throw up and wash my body a few times.
"I think I can do that."
I felt myself shudder at the way he said that and soon I found myself being dragged to what appeared to be a mini stage and I was soon thrown a dress by Daisy. "Try this one on!" she said giddily, clapping her hands.
I sighed and shook my head, going into my dressing room and then soon coming out in a pink satin flapper dress that didn't flatter my figure at all. I scowled. "I don't like this…"
"I know you wouldn't but I think it would look nice on me," Daisy said with a playful smile.
I shook my head in irritation and soon had a dress handed to me. "Here try this on darling," Jordan said, holding up a white dress. I shook my head once again and muttered how idiotic blondes could be sometimes, before heading back into the dressing room.
I then came out this time in an ivory silk drop waist French evening dress with pink roses. The man shook his head, tsking. "What's wrong with the dress?" Jordan asked in a clipped tone.
"Do you see this disaster?" he asked, pointing to the dress in a rather exaggerated way.
"You say you want her to look sexy no?" he asked. And I swore I could hear a slight French accent in his tone. "You want her to look like she is…sex on a stick right?"
All three of us flushed at his rather explicit words. "W-Why of course!" Jordan said with a flushed face, fanning herself a little.
"Okay then," the man said and walked away, then coming back with a black dress "Try this on…"
I took the dress and then walked back into the dressing room, quickly slipping off the dress and then putting on the other dress. And once on I came out, hearing everyone gasp. "What…? Is it hideous?"
"N-No…I think we found your dress sweetheart," Jordan said with wide smile. "Look in the mirror."
I turned and looked in the mirror and gasped I looked at myself in the mirror. It was a rather simple black chiffon coco chanel evening dress that dipped a bit low, exposing some of my cleavage and it exposed all of my back and it shimmered very nicely in the light.
"But that dress is so boring and simple!" Daisy said.
"It's not the dress that makes the woman, it's the woman that makes the dress," the man said with a smirk, looking at me with a rather proud look. "Unlike you, she makes a dress look rather…alluring."
Daisy gasped in anger and then she frowned. "Why, I never!" she said and then angrily stormed out of the store.
I smirked. Even though the man made my skin crawl, he pissed Daisy off so that gives him a one up in my book. I then looked at myself in the mirror again, twirling a little in the dress. "Do you think James will like it?" I asked more to myself.
"Of course he will! All you need is a headband, some heels and a jacket and you'll look ravishing," Jordan said with a smile.
"No no…more like a walking sin," the man said.
I smirked and ran my hands over my body slowly. Admiring myself.
A walking sin.
I liked that very much. I think Mr. Gatsby will be in for quite a shock.
END
Song: Where the Wind Blows by Coco O. Quadron
STP: Yay I finally updated this story!
Vivien: Finally~
STP: I've just been feeling lazy and I was unsure what direction to put the story
Vivien: Oh hush, this chapter turned out fine
STP: Blegh I hope so. Anyways, next chapter is Vivien's date with Gatsby! Will he tell her lies or will he be truthful? And what will Vivien learn? Till next time on MILLION DOLLAR MAN!
Vivien: Darling, this isn't Dragon Ball.
STP: . So?
Vivien: *shakes head* R&R darlings~