Seraph

AU - 1936 - Not an Update

Smoke filled the club as the petite, short-haired woman in a skimpy dress escorted the group to their seats. Rosalie wrinkled her nose in disgust at where she was being forced to visit. Her husband wanted them to have a night out with his co-workers, and their wives would be there, too. What he failed to mention was that only one was married. And she managed to escape the whole ordeal due to a 'family emergency'.

Rosalie didn't feel she needed to have an emergency. Her husband knew they had a one-year-old at home that she needed to attend to. But he didn't care. He had already told his friends that she would go, and even if his co-worker's wife failed him, his wife couldn't. Rosalie was forced to attend.

She rejected all drinks offered to her. She ignored her husband and his friends as they largely ignored her. But she could overhear what they were discussing, and most were ogling the other female workers or guests. When she glanced around, she didn't see anything special. The waitress from before was cute and bubbly, but that wasn't anything special in her opinion. But everyone had their tastes.

After looking over at the waitress, she couldn't help but notice several attractive people around. The man playing the piano was handsome, with thick bronze hair slicked back, but he didn't seem to be happy being there. The bouncer at the door was very attractive and muscular. She would also have to say that he was intimidatingly large in stature. Her husband and his friends kept a wide berth, though the man seemed friendly enough. Two older women were working behind the bar, passing out drinks. One was a heart-faced brunette woman who seemed to radiate kindness, and an older woman who seemed similar in age with black hair and tan skin, but she seemed a bit more fierce. Rosalie suspected she may have been Cuban. They saw more of them around, but she was still surprised her husband would go to a place with Cubans. She supposed it was a great atmosphere. Many guests were attractive, including one who, if she remembered correctly, was a fine, upstanding doctor from the hospital where she had her son. He seemed to be flirting with the brunette woman at the bar.

Soon, three men approached. They were all superbly dressed, and that was saying something. Her husband was no slouch and always wore the best suits available, but these men's clothes were on another level entirely.

"Well, well," the oldest man in the center said as he approached. He had graying dirty blonde hair and green eyes, was well built but with an unnerving demeanor, and although not the largest, his manner of carrying himself demanded respect. He looked toward Rosalie's husband Royce as he continued, "If it isn't the men who take care of my money, you boys enjoying yourselves?"

"Yes, Mr. Hart. The club is great! We've all been enjoying ourselves," he answered as he stood to shake the man's hand. Mr. Hart ignored his hand as he looked toward Rosalie's direction, "Oh, that's my wife, Rosalie." He signaled her to stand beside him, which she did. She could tell this man was a big shot. Her husband tried to impress him, and she immediately brought up a dazzling smile to try and impress as well.

Mr. Hart immediately ignored Royce and his friends as he gave Rosalie a warm smile; if you need anything, Rosalie, just let me or one of my men know." He patted a young man who somewhat resembled himself but much more tan with dark brown, nearly black hair, "This is my son, Angel. Think of him as the assistant manager of my club," He then reached over to a slim, muscular man with dirty blonde hair as well, "And this is my head of security, Jasper. Let them know if you need anything and I'm not around."