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I didn't looked back as I ran past people ,and down the streets,into the dark and dirty alleys of New Orleans. Blond hair fell into my pale face,my cheeks were flushed pink,matching perfectly with the amount of blush I was wearing. My blue eyes glanced through the area as I seemed to check for people who might've followed or noticed me.
No one was looking, perfect. I stopped my running and walked up to a dark, almost faded looking door. My hand raised to knock at it and a man opened the door slightly.
He had short gray hair that seemed like he hadn't taken good care of it since some time,there were stains of alcohol on his shirt and he smelled of cigars. I would be lying if I said the sight wasn't disgusting.
"What do ya want dolly?" ,he asked with a gruff voice.
"I uhh ..I got send", I answered almost nervously.
His eyebrows seemed to shot up for a second,as if recognising something, "Send ya say? And who exactly send ya? Come on dolly,I can stand here and talk with da misses all night."
"Joe send me sir",I was still nervous.
"Oh did he now?" ,the man opened the door a little, before letting me enter. "Welcome dolly,and ya better made sure no one followed ya." ,the man said.
As I entered the speakeasy my eyes wander over the different people,all of them mixed together,just being completely human with eachother.
The thought of drunkards being more civil with eachother than the modern society almost amused me,but maybe it shouldn't,they all came here for the same thing after all. Alcohol. Not me though, I'm was here to search escape from mother,since she would never follow to such "uncivilised places."
" Foot folk " ,how she called it,was apparently to dirty for people from our social standards. Another funny thought since mother and I might've been wealthy but not royal. If it weren't for the money we would've been be just as normal as them.
I sat down at the small, "kind of makeshift" bar, ordering some gigglewater and pulling out my notebook ,that I had carried with me in a small handbag. Another item that had been in there, was a pen with some pretty flower patterns ,that I pulled out aswell.
I leaned over the notebook and started writing, after all it was some sort of diary and collection of my own poetry, that always helped me to forget the world around myself.
Maybe it helped me forget about the world a little to much since I didn't notice how the bartender brought me my gigglewater and was now waiting for me to take it.
A cough of a man next to me (I also hadn't noticed that he sat down) , brought me back to reality. "Oh pardon me sir,I haven't noticed" I quickly took my drink and paid a few dollars before turning back to my notebook and mumbling a quite "Thank you" ,to the sir next to me.
Seemingly he just waited for me to say a word because he immediately spoke up. "Oh there is nothing to thank me for cher, infact I just like to help a lady out."
I rolled my eyes, such a gross guy who is probably just trying to charm his way into a ladies heart by playing prince charming.
"How come that I've never seen you before? You surely aren't visiting often."
I didn't wanted to answer him, he couldn't be different from the other males,just looking after me for my looks and nothing else. It's not like the males I've met had actually cared about me,but what if I was misjudging him to quickly and he actually put efforts into being polite.
"You don't seem like a yapper,I see,but I promise you there is nothing to worry about my dear. I won't bite your head off."
Great he was waiting for me to start a small talk with him. I sighed since I knew ignoring the man would lead nowhere. He would just go on with his little yapping session, probably hoping that I was sympathetic enough to listen,so I just sat there and started drinking.
The liquid tasted bad but it didn't matter. Fine liquor was a hard find and I should be grateful that had something to drown out the man next to me ,and the noise around me. He did infact start a yapping session,that must've been something about his job. I hadn't been listening,but he surely got my attention when he suddenly cleared his throat and looked right into my eyes.
At least it felt like he did and somehow it was questionable. Not in a bad way, I almost felt flattered. My face was hot,just like the air around me and I couldn't tell why. Maybe I was just drunk, nothing else.
"Oh pardon me miss,I must bore you with all my talking. Would you mind a dance? The music is quite lovely."