My Band of Idiots

Work is work

I am walking down the stairs of the palace and back into the main chamber where Bell is playing music when a girl in the corner catches my eye. She has lovely hair of purple and grey, her eyes are purple as well and her skin is a lovely plum colour. She is drinking shots of alcohol, I think that is my best bet for a party like this."What are you doing in a place like this." I ask her when I walk up, she rolls her eyes like she has heard this a hundred times before, and I wonder what anyone would be doing in a brothal if they didn't want that life."Oh it's a living" she says with a pretty smile, and looks at me as if looking though me, I have seen that glassy eyed look before, and I wonder if she even feels alive in this place. Party after party, doing anything anyone wants. What a life, I hate the idea of it, the air is sticky on my skin, and something about her reminds her of me a bit."Mind spending some time with me, we can go toe to toe on some shots and I promise you wont have to sleep with me." I tell her, she looks at me as if she dosen't trust my word but smiles."I really should find a suitor for the night," she says eventually, looking out into the crowed with a sadness."I can pay you still." "Excellent" she says with a smile her eyes twinkling suddenly and lets me lead her away."You ever think about being a model?" I ask her as I look at her lovely long charcoal dress. The long slit down the knee. The way she sits and the way she moves everything about it makes me want to draw her. We order drinks and start taking shots as we talk.Shot number 1 burns as it flows though my body sharp and bitter, and it makes me feel alive, invigorated. she looks confused a moment after she clears away the tinge of the shot "oh? modelling, like for billboard or adverts and such?"I shrugged "Yeah, or for costume designers, people looking for body's to draw stuff like that." I'm not sure what else there could be but I am sure there are limitless opportunity's. "Oh I don't know. Sounds reviling" she said her voice was thin and fine and almost regal in a way. I watched her a moment the flow of her body and the way she moved softly and smoothly. It's easy to understand why other people desire her, but still, it makes me wonder what her past is like. Who was she before this place.Shot number 2 is already hitting me and I feel light as the air around me."ins't what you do reviewing?" I ask her motioning around the saloon style brothel front.She smiles "not really, girls do this because it excites them, or because they have to, or because it pays the bills." She says this last one because it's the category she falls into."Why not do something else, you could work for the guards" the words barely leave my mouth before she starts to laughs a high laugh and several people look at us."Fine then a typist" I say"I don't know how to type or read" she shrugs."What about sailor or tailor or..." my words are cut off."Listen love there are a thousand jobs out there and none of them are for me, I got fired from a bunch of them before I landed here. If there was a place for me I would be there. Sides what does it matter I'm not ashamed some people like doing this." She waves her hands around the grand beautiful palace."Selling yourself night after night to a new person. I'm not judging you im trying to understand your point of view" I say looking at her she is so pretty and young."It's fun and exciting. It makes me feel something." She shrugs, I doubt this a lot, but she dosn't seam to like what I am saying though and I just wish I could give her some safty."What about security, what about when you're not the new girl anymore, when you aren't the pretty one anymore." I ask, trying to hide my own history, my own pain."Look around you think that matters?" I look around, I see a few woman and men who are older then my father and mother. I see the lady and realize that she looks relatively young but she could easily be in her 60s."So thats your plan wait for management?" I ask she shrugs.Shot number three is harsher then the rest, but my throat is already use to this burn so it goes down easy "or i marry rich, thats most girls ways out, thats paws ticket out of here and he is on his way." She says her eyes darting over to paws who is in the corner with some man who looks opulent in his finery."You think so?" I ask looking over at the pair."I know it""What about us, what about the fight for what's right and whatever" my words stumble over one another and she laughs at me, but not because of my words, more because of the meaning there."What is your plan big shot, you think you got a way up in the world, earrings and jewelry?""Yes I do" I tell her, she dosn't know what I do, she dosn't know about my patron, and the glory that is awaiting me, I know in my soul that I will be amazing, because Lady Luck has promised me the safty I crave."Its cheap your cheap. You'll never make it." She says and I know she is really nothing like me, nothing like who I am now, maybe it was once who I was, but I have grown and changed and if this girl dosn't do the same the world will eat her alive."You don't know anything" i say anger lay and drunkenly storm off. Back in the main room of the brothal Ramock and Bell and Luck are all outside the door, its obvious that Ramock dosn't want to leave Bell and Luck alone, but that Luck and Bell want to be alone. But I don't want to be involved in it, so I just slide past their tension into the night to keep drinking. I stay up half the night with sketches of the girl i talked to and wonder who she ended up taking to bed. Wondering why I am angry about it.