It was a fairly windy and dark evening as Alice trudged her trunk down the non-existent road covered in sand to her, now typical spot on the board walk. She finally made it to her spot, off away from all the rides but still fairly close to the commotion. Alice sighed to herself, and began to hum taking a cloth tent out of her trunk and using her trunk to set up a table.
Alice was what Santa Carla likes to stereotype as a gypsy. She ran away from home when she was sixteen, and began to dabble in the art of psychology, but more or less palm reading and spiritual readings. It had always intrigued her and she took the subjects to heart.
While she was setting her little booth up, four men on motorcycles drove up, and began to swarm her. The young girl of 18, kind of held her hair back as they drove in circles round her. She blushed a little and started to feel a little heavy in the head, but that was when one of them called the shots and they drove over and parked, getting off and chatting.
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Her facial expressions fell and she sat in her booth and watched them closely, smiling to a few strangers as they walked past. As she watched the four 'boys' she began to notice one of them was missing, but still stared at the three blonds flirting with a girl.
Just then, the missing boy from the 'pack' jumped out at her, causing the girl to jump back herself, kind of scared at the other. She caught her breath and sat back in her chair, "Jesus, scared the living daylights out of me," she mumbled before quickly admiring the males features.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," He gave her a slight smile, glancing back at the other members of the 'pack' with a bigger smile; a smirk, if you will. Alice couldn't help but smile back. Something about the man seemed inviting.
"Anyways, I-- uh -- I ain't got much to offer you, in return of one of these sessions, but I'd like to get told my fortune, or whatever you do here, princess." The male teased her a bit, earning a chuckle from Alice.
"Well, that's all right, I guess.. You start by giving me your name and your hands; from there, I begin to look at your palms and began to examine them, then just tell you about what I see." Her voice was soft, and warm, with an inviting tone, as she held her hands out as a way of asking for his.
He placed her hands on hers, and spoke, "My name is Dwayne by the way, I suppose you don't need a last name?" He asked in a question, when she nodded. "Last name shouldn't be provided."
She turned his hands over and rubbed her thumbs across his palms, "Very good energy in you.. Very mysterious though." She gave him a sweet smile as she looked at him.
Dwayne, however, stared down at her with a sort of lust in his eyes. He knew he was looking for something, in someone and he began to feel like he had found it. He gave her a small smile too, and nodded as she read his palms.
Soon enough she told him all she could, considering that she wasn't that far into palmistry yet, she was still trying. Alice looked up at Dwayne, after dropping his hands. Something about him to her, seemed vert welcoming and she liked it. Something in him seemed to spark her interest to want to know more about him and be in his presence. Dwayne, however, picked up on the aura and atmosphere and offered her a wider and much bigger smile, throwing a chuckle into the mix too.
