Post by Femme Fatale on Aug 5, 2011 20:34:45 GMT -8
The moment he walked into my office I knew he was trouble. The wolf was as slick as the oiled back fur on top of his head, attempting to throw me off with a practiced charm and an over starched suit. He reeked of musky cologne as cheap as he was and for a moment I thought I’d suffocate. Knife sharp teeth spread wide into a sloppy grin, his tongue lolling lustfully out to the side of his mouth as he gazes upon me and I know there’s more than a job on his mind. A slight curl of the lips indicates my disgust but he’s not staring at my face to notice. With a small roll of my shoulder to draw his gaze up, I relaxed my arm against the back of my chair, the other resting on the arm of it. A hint of a smirk to show interest in his proposition- interest in him- gets his attention but I’ve already made up my mind to say no. My services as a private detective aren’t what he’s after. His crackpot story about a missing necklace had so many holes in it I could have used it as a strainer and after twenty minutes I showed him to the door. He walked away with his tail between his legs.
Business was slow this week, a good sign for the general public if it meant that even criminals weren’t going to come knocking at her door. Opening a decoy file with the name Roger R. scrawled across it- a name she picked at random- Jessica glanced over the invitation she had received, running a finger lightly over the embossed gold lettering. She was to sing tomorrow night at an event Shere Khan was hosting where the Crème de la Crème of Epcot City would be gathered. It was a private function arranged in the name of charity (although Jessica sometimes wondered where the money truly went) and rumor had it that the attendees were handpicked by Shere Khan himself; it would be the highest insult not to accept. Femme Fatale would be hanging up her fedora to go as Jessica Rabbit.
She glanced over the list of song selections she was given, not surprised to see her signature song on there, and began running the lyrics through her mind- she’d never risk singing out loud in her office. Here she was supposed to be someone else entirely. For all anyone else knew, Jessica Rabbit was at home in bed. The minutes dragged on and by the time she finished with her song list, she still hadn’t received another client. Tucking the file back into her desk and locking the drawer, Jessica slipped her coat on, rolled up the collar and headed out into the streets. Giving the gun strapped to her thigh a gentle pat, she slipped past Shady Alleys, her heels clacking gently against the concrete as she proceeded into downtown Epcot, entering an all-night diner. The place was nearly empty, only a few scattered souls sitting at booths lining the windows and so she took a high stool at the counter, folding one long leg over the other as she waited for an order of carrot cheesecake and a coffee.
Business was slow this week, a good sign for the general public if it meant that even criminals weren’t going to come knocking at her door. Opening a decoy file with the name Roger R. scrawled across it- a name she picked at random- Jessica glanced over the invitation she had received, running a finger lightly over the embossed gold lettering. She was to sing tomorrow night at an event Shere Khan was hosting where the Crème de la Crème of Epcot City would be gathered. It was a private function arranged in the name of charity (although Jessica sometimes wondered where the money truly went) and rumor had it that the attendees were handpicked by Shere Khan himself; it would be the highest insult not to accept. Femme Fatale would be hanging up her fedora to go as Jessica Rabbit.
She glanced over the list of song selections she was given, not surprised to see her signature song on there, and began running the lyrics through her mind- she’d never risk singing out loud in her office. Here she was supposed to be someone else entirely. For all anyone else knew, Jessica Rabbit was at home in bed. The minutes dragged on and by the time she finished with her song list, she still hadn’t received another client. Tucking the file back into her desk and locking the drawer, Jessica slipped her coat on, rolled up the collar and headed out into the streets. Giving the gun strapped to her thigh a gentle pat, she slipped past Shady Alleys, her heels clacking gently against the concrete as she proceeded into downtown Epcot, entering an all-night diner. The place was nearly empty, only a few scattered souls sitting at booths lining the windows and so she took a high stool at the counter, folding one long leg over the other as she waited for an order of carrot cheesecake and a coffee.
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