-a bead of sweat rolled down the soft slope of her chest and disappeared between the shadowy cleavage that peered from beneath the sequined bustier she wore. The peacock colored jewels glittered in the glow of the ornate street lamps that lined Bourbon Street as she moved, twisting and straining to see through the crowd of masked party goers.
Somehow she'd lost track of her friends. A flutter of colorful material danced in her peripheral vision and flew past her as she turned to locate it.
It was a typically warm Louisiana night, made warmer by the bodies that pressed in on each other and her. The music, so many sounds coming from various shops that lined the streets, piled atop of each other to create a rhythmic and exotic cacophony. Jazz and Blues mingling together, twisting and writhing as it reached the listeners ears and intoxicated them with its erotic blend.
The squeal that tore from her lips was lost in the music and the roar of the New Orleans street festival. A pair of hands had clamped onto the small curves of her waist, usually not an uncommon thing to be touched during the festival but this, this was a personal touch. She spun, the blue and green hues of both skirt and her hair flaring out with the motion. She came face to face with the smiling features of her red-headed Devilish friend.-
"Where have you been, Elizabeth?"
-the question was posed by lips of glossed blue. It was answered with lips of crimson, forming into a mischievous smile fit for a devil.-
"Looking for the guys but I got distracted and lost them again. They haven't come this way, have they?"
-the blue tint of hair shook softly in reply. Hazel eyes took note of the "distraction" her friend had suffered. Varying colors of beads circled the back of Elizabeth's neck and nestled in between the mounds of flesh that threatened to pop loose of her friends crimson bustier. The amber liquid jostled in the souvenir cup as a group of partiers stumbled past, bumping into her friend and a giggle escaped the both of them.-
"We will never find them in all of this."
-Leigh-Ann shouted over the noises rising around them. Drink in hand, Elizabeth pointed behind the peacock feather that danced in her friends hair. A glance over her shoulder provided Leigh-Ann with a glimpse of two retreating male figures. Both decked out in pin-striped suits reminiscent of 1920's Capos. The taller of the two donned a white suit with black stripes, the shorter wore a black suit with grey stripes.
