Ribbons and Lace

Chance Encounter

What was once a quaint place of beauty, was now a festival of lights and youth. Lacie could barely recognize the House of Blues, the darkening skies hiding the rusted outside and transforming it into a respectable establishment. Lacie was content with the progress she had made during the day, having scouted out a comfortable apartment place with the addition of a roommate, however she wasn't able to meet the roommate but converse with her on the phone. Or phone booth, seeing as how Lacie did not have a cell phone. Did people still refer to them as cell phones? Lacie shook her head at her silliness and high tailed it into her workplace. Since the sun was fading once more, the lights situated around the room were on, and the spotlights aimed at the stage were as well. Her earlier awe came rushing back as she entered further into the room.

Upon entering a female rushed to greet Lacie, she had honey colored hair and sapphires for eyes, she began with utmost cheer, "Hello there! You must be the newbie, I'm Breslin and I'll be your mentor. Lacie, right?" Breslin handed Lacie a bundle of clothes before she could reply, "This is the required uniform you are to wear. Feel free to add accessories, God knows I have, the bathroom is upstairs and I'll be down here when you're done changing." Lacie was so dumbstruck that her feet seemed to be glued to the ground. Her sudden dumbness was caused by this girl's enthusiasm and the reality of her life finally coming together. Breslin gave her a reassuring look, nudged her with a hip, "C'mon girlie, we ain't got all day." This knocked Lacie out of her stupor and mumbled an apology, scurrying upstairs to change. Once inside, Lacie took the time to examine the uniform: a black camisole with the business logo on it, modest jean shorts, and a red and black bandanna. Lacie blushed a bit at the sight of her in a tank top, she wasn't a heavy set girl but she was still overly self conscious about her stomach and thighs. Finished with her business, Lacie exited the restroom in a rush to get back to Breslin, in her haste she smacked into what felt like a brick wall. The supposed brick wall was a muscular guy, who towered over Lacie it didn't help that his toned bod had sent her falling onto her ass.

The guy in question seemed to don the masculine version of the House of Blues uniform. He had on a black muscle tee shirt with the logo on it, his powerful biceps on display, and standard guy shorts, a crimson color. He peered down at her with slight intrigue, an arrogant curve of his lips could be seen even in the dimness. Lacie originally planned to yell at the nincompoop for being a freakish giant, but she sputtered for the fiery retort but stopped short as her eyes landed on his face. It was sculpted of the finer features a man could possess, a razor sharp jawline with defined cheekbones, and aquiline nose; he was a God in the presence of mortals. He was a spectacular combination of masculine allure and subtle feminine beauty that all girls died for. For example, his amber eyes were fringed with dark lashes that settled on his eyelids like graceful butterflies. His lips were tugged up in an annoyingly cute smirk, a daily expression of his. Tousled brown locks were strewn about his godly face, a perfect sort of careless look Lacie could never seem to attain.

"Are you okay?" The deep baritone of a voice drew Lacie out of her ogling. The stranger must have realized her ogling for his cocky smile widened when she was floundering for a normal response.

"M-me?...." Lacie squeaked. Mr. Hottie nodded, smothering a laugh with a chuckle. It was at this point Lacie finally realized she was still on the floor, and then promptly shot up dusting herself off. "Y-yeah. Yes. I mean I am, okay..." She ended on a lame note.

"You sure?" He asked, bending his head down to stare into hers. And golly, the surest way to make a heart stop is to have a gorgeous guy's face up close and personal with yours. But what eclipsed Lacie's frazzled nerves was anger, this sexy douchebag knew how good looking he was, and was using it to his advantage!

"Absolutely. I recommend, though, the best way to get a lady's attention is to not bulldoze into her like an ape. Unless being a caveman is how you want to present yourself." Lacie said through tight lips, anger glittering in her eyes for him and his arrogance, but also stupid her for being so enchanted by this random citizen.