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shylarah
Atalanta
Sotiras
The SavantHer nails looked perfect, the harlot red polish gleaming as her fingertips drummed over the table’s surface repeatedly. Her black hair was curled and framing her sharp angular face before falling to just before her shoulder tops. Gray blue eyes were made up and her lipstick matched the color of her nails to the very shade.
Harlot red. Of course that wasn’t what it was called, it was something like Ruby Red, or Vivacious Red, or Candy Apple Red… But that’s not what Joseph called it and so it was Harlot Red. This particular shade could and had brought many an argument around the Adler family table.
Walter being the youngest and closest to Chasity’s age did not like his sister going out dressed as she did, which on any other woman would be consider fashionable and chic but on Chasity was vulgar, but certainly was able to understand that she was young and didn’t want to look doubty. Henry couldn’t understand when such short skirts had come into fashion (some of the slits even going up to thigh height) and Joseph simply forbade it.
Inevitably an argument would break out on how Chasity should look and act and present herself, for they were business men and the Adler’s couldn’t afford to have their sister going around being mistaken for a whore. The fine balancing act would be performed between brotherly love, harassment, bullying and their own sense of self preservation.
If they insisted Chasity change then they would ensure another 40 to 50 minutes of waiting for her before leaving the house. If she compromised and dawned a shawl or coat it was a sure bet that it would be removed during some part of the evening so really why even bother? If they let it be they had to endure the few looks that were still cast Chasity’s way, for she was attractive no matter the garb.
Luckily today it seemed she would be getting off Scott free, as they were arguing about something else. Someone was selling merchandise in their district. Chasity wondered if they’d make it to their dinner reservations at The Grosvenor House Hotel and sighed inwardly as she heard one of her brothers slam something down loudly. Probably Henry. He had the hottest head of the lot. He was also the first to laugh.
There was some quieted murmuring before she heard the scrape of chairs and stood quickly as they entered the kitchen where she had been waiting. The Adler Brothers tried their best to not discuss business in front of Chasity, though that rule was bent regularly. However tonight in their fine suits and her cocktail dress they had tried to keep things Civil.
“Ready are we?” She asked, running a hand down the front of her gown before reaching for her shawl. Walter was holding it out for her and Chasity gratefully shrugged into it. “Yes.” Was the gruff reply of Henry, whose face was still red.
“Lovely…” The brunette smiled up at her brothers, all tall men (and she a tall woman, standing at 5’8” without heels on) before glancing at the door. Joseph huffed and remembered himself, stepping to fish the caddy’s keys out of his pocket as he opened the back door. Trotting down the steps he opened the door and let Walter slide into the back along with Henry before coming around to open the passenger door for Chasity.
The engine purred as they were on their way. She glanced in the mirror and adjusted one of her diamond earrings before peering back at Henry and Walter in the back. Henry was fuming and Walter was little better off.
The silence grew in the car before Henry snapped. “If Glasser is there tonight I don’t care that the band is debuting. I’ll break his fu—“ “Watch your mouth Henry.” Joseph interrupted, shooting his younger brother a warning look in the mirror. Chasity looked away. It was best not to speak when her brothers were in these moods.
They took their business very seriously, and that included handling the threats and poachers seriously. She knew they all carried pistols at all times and hoped for this Glasser’s sake he wasn’t at the dinner. The vein in Henry’s forehead spoke of trouble.
Finally arriving at The Grosvenor House Hotel Chasity was helped out of the caddy by a valet who promptly dropped her hand the moment Joseph stepped around, straightening his coat and perhaps flashing the man a warning look.
Honestly…how did they think any harm could come to her when she was forever surrounded by her large older brothers, or some of their business associates. Never was Chasity alone, unprotected. She understood why… Businessmen made enemies, enemies who might try to use Chasity as leverage against the Adler’s… Still. Her life was not her own.
This thought was replaced quickly as Walter offered her his arm. Smiling she took it, at least tonight was sure to be a fun event. Music, dinner, dancing. What could go wrong?
The Music was thrumming out of the ball room of the Hotel, the beat catchy enough that even Joseph and Henry’s feet were tapping out a beat as they settled in their usual table. Chasity smiled and looked over to Walter, who would occasionally deem himself capable of dancing. He shrugged, leaning in to murmur “Need a few drinks before you’ll get my ass back on that dance floor.”
Chasity arched her brows slightly and nodded, she knew it to be true. She eased off her shawl (much to her brother’s displeasure) ( media.colettehq.com/2011/04/rose-1953-.. in dark blue fading to light) and stood, leaving the table behind and heading over to the bar. She felt their gaze on her until she was safely at the bar top . Of course they had arrived late so the music had already started and many were out on the dance floor rather than eating, since those guests had been in the Hotel long enough to have ordered and the likes.
Sliding her hand over the smooth bar top those Harlot Red nails glimmered attractively. Waiting to catch the bar tenders eye Chasity looked around, spying many people who ran in the same social circles as she and her brother. Smiling she waved politely to a few before turning back to her task.
“Three Whiskey’s and one Gimlet … Could you deliver the Whiskey’s to table 14 please?” Her gimlet was produced and Chasity plucked it up carefully trying a sip. It was good.
Grinning she turned to examine the others at the bar side, deciding it was best to let Henry, Walter and Joseph have some time with their drinks before she returned. Most were just people bringing orders that they couldn’t wait for their waiters to take, like herself, but a few were socially visiting.
The smoke from a lit cigar trailing up away from a man’s hand resting on the shiny wooden bar top caught her attention. With a quick glance to The Adler’s Chasity was fairly certain they were deep in conversation (by Henry’s brow more like an argument) and their drinks. She was safe to approach.
“Do you think I might barrow a light then?” She asked the man, who turned to look at her before replying.
Harlot red. Of course that wasn’t what it was called, it was something like Ruby Red, or Vivacious Red, or Candy Apple Red… But that’s not what Joseph called it and so it was Harlot Red. This particular shade could and had brought many an argument around the Adler family table.
Walter being the youngest and closest to Chasity’s age did not like his sister going out dressed as she did, which on any other woman would be consider fashionable and chic but on Chasity was vulgar, but certainly was able to understand that she was young and didn’t want to look doubty. Henry couldn’t understand when such short skirts had come into fashion (some of the slits even going up to thigh height) and Joseph simply forbade it.
Inevitably an argument would break out on how Chasity should look and act and present herself, for they were business men and the Adler’s couldn’t afford to have their sister going around being mistaken for a whore. The fine balancing act would be performed between brotherly love, harassment, bullying and their own sense of self preservation.
If they insisted Chasity change then they would ensure another 40 to 50 minutes of waiting for her before leaving the house. If she compromised and dawned a shawl or coat it was a sure bet that it would be removed during some part of the evening so really why even bother? If they let it be they had to endure the few looks that were still cast Chasity’s way, for she was attractive no matter the garb.
Luckily today it seemed she would be getting off Scott free, as they were arguing about something else. Someone was selling merchandise in their district. Chasity wondered if they’d make it to their dinner reservations at The Grosvenor House Hotel and sighed inwardly as she heard one of her brothers slam something down loudly. Probably Henry. He had the hottest head of the lot. He was also the first to laugh.
There was some quieted murmuring before she heard the scrape of chairs and stood quickly as they entered the kitchen where she had been waiting. The Adler Brothers tried their best to not discuss business in front of Chasity, though that rule was bent regularly. However tonight in their fine suits and her cocktail dress they had tried to keep things Civil.
“Ready are we?” She asked, running a hand down the front of her gown before reaching for her shawl. Walter was holding it out for her and Chasity gratefully shrugged into it. “Yes.” Was the gruff reply of Henry, whose face was still red.
“Lovely…” The brunette smiled up at her brothers, all tall men (and she a tall woman, standing at 5’8” without heels on) before glancing at the door. Joseph huffed and remembered himself, stepping to fish the caddy’s keys out of his pocket as he opened the back door. Trotting down the steps he opened the door and let Walter slide into the back along with Henry before coming around to open the passenger door for Chasity.
The engine purred as they were on their way. She glanced in the mirror and adjusted one of her diamond earrings before peering back at Henry and Walter in the back. Henry was fuming and Walter was little better off.
The silence grew in the car before Henry snapped. “If Glasser is there tonight I don’t care that the band is debuting. I’ll break his fu—“ “Watch your mouth Henry.” Joseph interrupted, shooting his younger brother a warning look in the mirror. Chasity looked away. It was best not to speak when her brothers were in these moods.
They took their business very seriously, and that included handling the threats and poachers seriously. She knew they all carried pistols at all times and hoped for this Glasser’s sake he wasn’t at the dinner. The vein in Henry’s forehead spoke of trouble.
Finally arriving at The Grosvenor House Hotel Chasity was helped out of the caddy by a valet who promptly dropped her hand the moment Joseph stepped around, straightening his coat and perhaps flashing the man a warning look.
Honestly…how did they think any harm could come to her when she was forever surrounded by her large older brothers, or some of their business associates. Never was Chasity alone, unprotected. She understood why… Businessmen made enemies, enemies who might try to use Chasity as leverage against the Adler’s… Still. Her life was not her own.
This thought was replaced quickly as Walter offered her his arm. Smiling she took it, at least tonight was sure to be a fun event. Music, dinner, dancing. What could go wrong?
The Music was thrumming out of the ball room of the Hotel, the beat catchy enough that even Joseph and Henry’s feet were tapping out a beat as they settled in their usual table. Chasity smiled and looked over to Walter, who would occasionally deem himself capable of dancing. He shrugged, leaning in to murmur “Need a few drinks before you’ll get my ass back on that dance floor.”
Chasity arched her brows slightly and nodded, she knew it to be true. She eased off her shawl (much to her brother’s displeasure) ( media.colettehq.com/2011/04/rose-1953-.. in dark blue fading to light) and stood, leaving the table behind and heading over to the bar. She felt their gaze on her until she was safely at the bar top . Of course they had arrived late so the music had already started and many were out on the dance floor rather than eating, since those guests had been in the Hotel long enough to have ordered and the likes.
Sliding her hand over the smooth bar top those Harlot Red nails glimmered attractively. Waiting to catch the bar tenders eye Chasity looked around, spying many people who ran in the same social circles as she and her brother. Smiling she waved politely to a few before turning back to her task.
“Three Whiskey’s and one Gimlet … Could you deliver the Whiskey’s to table 14 please?” Her gimlet was produced and Chasity plucked it up carefully trying a sip. It was good.
Grinning she turned to examine the others at the bar side, deciding it was best to let Henry, Walter and Joseph have some time with their drinks before she returned. Most were just people bringing orders that they couldn’t wait for their waiters to take, like herself, but a few were socially visiting.
The smoke from a lit cigar trailing up away from a man’s hand resting on the shiny wooden bar top caught her attention. With a quick glance to The Adler’s Chasity was fairly certain they were deep in conversation (by Henry’s brow more like an argument) and their drinks. She was safe to approach.
“Do you think I might barrow a light then?” She asked the man, who turned to look at her before replying.
