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playthe_father.]
The thing about seedy clubs in London is that you never know who you might run into. It’s a melting pot for all the different levels of the world, all the different people, who are free to pretend, just for a little while. Sophie loves the feel of it, the grit that seems to slip just under the edge of her fingernails and stays there, and she loves to wander down and watch the bands as they play, watch the people as they come together to just disappear into the darkness for a little while.
Sophie is playing higher than she is, dressed in designer clothes she conned out of a department store with a fake credit card. She’s getting better at this grifter bit. It isn’t easy at first, but once you pick up a few tricks the rest of it is just like a rolling stone. She’s feeling line the bloody queen of England, and she’s acting it too, leaning back against the bar like she owns the place. What most of them don’t know is that she works there five nights a week, and tonight happens to be her night off. It doesn’t occur to her that she probably shouldn’t be here if she’s pretending to be someone else, but those are errant details that can be dealt with later. Right now, she isn’t who the girl who slaves behind the bar five nights a week. She’s Charlotte Prentiss—actress, and she has the world on a string. What have you done with your life lately?
Tonight, ‘Charlotte’ happens to have her eyes on the guitarist on their dingy little stage. She isn’t sure what it is that draws her to him, but there’s something that gets under her skin more so than the grit of the club does. He hasn’t taken his eyes off her the entire time, and she knows that’s more than her just being delusional. Every word is being powered back at her through the tiny little room and he is fantastic. Beyond fantastic. And he’s going to be hers by the end of the night.
First rule of being a grifter—decide what you want, and never let it go at any cost.
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playthe_father.]The thing about seedy clubs in London is that you never know who you might run into. It’s a melting pot for all the different levels of the world, all the different people, who are free to pretend, just for a little while. Sophie loves the feel of it, the grit that seems to slip just under the edge of her fingernails and stays there, and she loves to wander down and watch the bands as they play, watch the people as they come together to just disappear into the darkness for a little while.
Sophie is playing higher than she is, dressed in designer clothes she conned out of a department store with a fake credit card. She’s getting better at this grifter bit. It isn’t easy at first, but once you pick up a few tricks the rest of it is just like a rolling stone. She’s feeling line the bloody queen of England, and she’s acting it too, leaning back against the bar like she owns the place. What most of them don’t know is that she works there five nights a week, and tonight happens to be her night off. It doesn’t occur to her that she probably shouldn’t be here if she’s pretending to be someone else, but those are errant details that can be dealt with later. Right now, she isn’t who the girl who slaves behind the bar five nights a week. She’s Charlotte Prentiss—actress, and she has the world on a string. What have you done with your life lately?
Tonight, ‘Charlotte’ happens to have her eyes on the guitarist on their dingy little stage. She isn’t sure what it is that draws her to him, but there’s something that gets under her skin more so than the grit of the club does. He hasn’t taken his eyes off her the entire time, and she knows that’s more than her just being delusional. Every word is being powered back at her through the tiny little room and he is fantastic. Beyond fantastic. And he’s going to be hers by the end of the night.
First rule of being a grifter—decide what you want, and never let it go at any cost.
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923 words
