Drink and a Song
Doxy is out having a stiff drink. She has an itch to perform tonight. No, she has a need to perform.
Whenever something happened in her life that made her feel that gnawing emptiness that thinking about what had happened with Bawd and Droog certainly did, she almost always felt that pull. To get on stage. To perform. To have people clamor to get a glimpse of her, to get her autograph, to envy her, to stare, to fantasize about her, to think what they’d give to be with her. To be adored.
A little taste of what she’d felt with Bawd before Droog ruined everything. A little taste of what she’d felt with Scoff a long time ago.
On stage, she could almost feel loved again.
This was what she had left. But upon calling the venue she’d found they had another performer lined up. Who could it be that they weren’t immediately willing to knock aside for her without mention?
She’d been curious. Furious, but curious. She sat back to watch.
You’re being as patient as possible, tonight, but the way the manager is acting is putting you on edge. They keep pacing and coming within yards of you, but they never properly came up to you. You’re getting irritated, and you still have some time before the set, so you walk out from behind the stage to get a proper drink.
It’s hard to miss what might have been making the manager so nervous once you’re out on the floor, though. Heinous Doxy is sitting casually near the stage, but you’ve been around long enough to tell that she’s very likely anything but casual.
You wince internally for the poor manager. Turning down one of the most powerful women in the city in favor of another is not an easy choice at all. But he apparently chose you, or at least tried to from the way he’d been pacing. You walk out, though you’re going to have to pass Doxy to get to the bar, one way or another.
Doxy considered herself a generous person. Captain Snowman received the benefit of the doubt this evening. She wanted to see how the other woman reacted before committing to plotting her revenge for being slighted.
When she came out, Doxy followed her eyes, meeting them, and catching the flicker of surprise when she did. Ah, so she didn’t know. Doxy hadn’t come this far without being a decent read on people.
Good. Doxy gave a small smile and an almost imperceptible nod.
“Ah, Captain. Am I correct in thinking you’re the mystery performer?”
She asked, mostly as a formality. She was already fairly sure.
At this point, she was genuinely curious. Time to see what the captain was made of. Perhaps if she judged her worthy of sharing the stage with Heinous Doxy herself, they could give this audience a real surprise show. The fans would just eat that up, wouldn’t they? If it went well enough, maybe even the manager might be lucky enough to go home alive tonight.
She smiled, once again congratulating herself on her patience and kindness.
