I Put The Bastards Of This World On Notice

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Craftsman, indeed. This wild man, with his hardly-tamed hair, his stubbly jaw and deep gaze, he’s skilled at what he does, and that’s evident. Oh, the woman doesn’t suspect a thing, and he could almost feel guilty for it.

Dirt releases a short chuckle of a laugh. “Ahh, but I do agree. Flattered I’m an exception to the rule, Miss Duchess, I try my best.”

Looking at her, Dirt wants to kiss her pretty smirk, those painted lips that purse around her cigarette holder, feel those hands ungloved on his face and neck. The desire runs fiery inside of him and it starts a flame in his gaze. He can’t. He shouldn’t. But Dirt is… already halfway there.

“The drink suit you fine?”

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“Well, your best is quite nice.” The words are accompanied by a smirk and a rather significant look up and down at the man. She has to admit, it’s an enticing sight.

Though Duchess has adapted well to the glitz and glamour required of her lifestyle here, high class New York gin joints aren’t where she originated either. The bartender makes her somewhat nostalgic, as well as intrigued. It’s easy enough to admit she’s attracted to him; that easy smile and deep voice, those eyes that always seem to be laughing at some private joke, those large, rough hands that she can easily imagine feeling on her bare skin. But even more than that he makes her curious, which has never been something she’s been able to resist.

“Mighty fine. You always remember just how I like ‘em, Dirt.” Duchess chuckles and takes another lingering sip, keeping her gaze locked with his. She smiles against the rim of her glass. “You know, that’s an odd moniker you got there. Ain’t one I’d imagine a fella like you would hold onto without good reason.”

She cocks her head and lifts an eyebrow, hoping for something interesting.

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"Well now." The proprietor of the Palace grins through a haze of smoke, leaning over the bar. "How's the latest batch? Our suppliers didn't sell us no watered down coffin varnish, did they?"

Dirt had been polishing a glass, eyeing the customers, simply doing his job. Both of them. His ears are directed where his eyes aren’t, listening close, sharp and smart. But he smells Duchess’ approach before he hears her, the smoke and the perfume and the scent of the nape of her neck, rushing  his oversensitive nose, and he turns just as she comes to the bar and leans.

He grins, toothy and smart, going to begin fixing up Duchess’ favorite drink without a word. “Oh, it’s just fine. Great, actually. You know I wouldn’t serve swill, Miss Duchess.”

Dirt sets the whiskey cocktail down on the bar, and he leans a hand on the edge, slumping to reach more eye-level with the woman and peer at her.

“How’re you?” he grumbles. His dark eyes are lidded as they study Duchess.

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Duchess smiles wider as the bartender turns towards her. Now, he’s definitely a tall drink of water. Not exactly slick, like most of the other fellas she hires. Slick is good, for a place like the Palace. It fits in with the sleek, lavish surroundings. But Dirt is something else, rougher and wilder, less contained. And that name has got to be an appellation. But he’s good with people, she’s noticed, he puts them at ease, gets them laughing as he keeps the drinks flowing, and he always makes hers to perfection, without her ever having to say a word.

Duchess likes him.

“You’re a true craftsman. We’re lucky a man of your fine skills ain’t been run out of New York yet, or turned to some more... honest profession.” She takes the drink, holding eye contact with him as she takes a sip. “It’d be a goddamn crime.”

At his question, she gives a little wave of a gloved hand.

“Oh, I’m as well as can be expected. Always one thing or another, ain’t it? Some of our distributors are gettin’ spooked because of cops sniffin’ around the warfs, so of course it falls to me to sweet talk n’ soothe ‘em back into sellin’. Men are such babies.” She smirks. “Present company excluded.”

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"How's it lookin' out there tonight, Maxine?" The proprietor of the Palace leans against the bar, smoke from her cigarette holder curling around her head, and grins lasciviously.

Maxie is too busy staring out into the crowd to notice the other woman approaching and, when Duchess speaks, she jumps just slightly.

“Ms. Duke! Jeepers creepers, you spooked me.”

She shoots the other woman a brief smile before returning her attention to the room at large.

“Everything’s Jake- far as I can tell. Though I dunno why you’d bother askin’ me.”

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Duchess chuckles amused when the other woman jumps.

“You can call me Duchess, sugar. The formalities are for our business associates.”

Shifting her cigarette holder from one side of her mouth to the other, Duchess looks the other woman up and down lingeringly. Well, she does know how to pick ‘em.

“Why, because I care about what my people got to say! I can’t always be out here on the floor, you know. Business to attend to, books to balance, all that. Real boring stuff.” She waves a hand, then, still grinning, leans in closer to Maxie. “Girls like you, you’re my eyes n’ ears. You can tell me things nobody else can. Pretty little thing like you, I’m sure you hear lots of interesting things.”

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Snazzy Cakes: like fallout Duchess only ever really killed one person where it wasn't a matter of them trying to kill her first

Snazzy Cakes: and that was Lorelei, and it was an accident

Snazzy Cakes: BIG SLEEP DUCHESS HAS TOTALLY WHACKED GUY

Snazzy Cakes: S

jesse: NICE...

jesse: so sinister

Snazzy Cakes: >B)

jesse: dirt used to eat people

Snazzy Cakes: 8')

Snazzy Cakes: we all have flaws

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mephistopheles, abaddon

have you ever helped  a loved one destroy themselves?

A person wants to destroy themselves, they will. My proximity to the situation wouldn’t change it all that significantly, now would it? But... well. You been where I have, you’ll see a fair bit of destruction.

what person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy?

I wouldn’t say I... typically destroy things. As a general rule. I ain’t malicious, honey. Just practical. If something’s where it shouldn’t be, or it’s in my way, I remove it.

The Dahlia’s a nice little club. But it might have to go. Margie’ll understand, she’s a businesswoman, like me.

[lunar-butch-deactivated20160510]

"ask me about my demons"

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tiltedswinton:

lilith: what was your biggest rebellion against authority? why did you do it? raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what? jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way mephistopheles: have you ever helped  a loved one destroy themselves? verrier: do you find yourself disobeying or obeying most authority? asmodeus: on whom do you want revenge and how would you take it? baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped? lamia: how do you feel about children? lucifer: what are you most proud of? sonneillon: do you hate anyone? batibat: talk about the worst nightmare you have ever had abaddon: what person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy? belias: do you gossip? abraxas: do you believe in any higher power? if so, what? ornias: talk about a time where you felt drained of energy lix tetrax: if you could travel by wind, where would you go? astaroth: have you ever falsely accused someone? carreau: do you consider yourself compassionate or harsh to others? why? leviathan: what do you believe lies in the unexplored areas of the ocean? belphigor: if you could pick 3 forms to shapeshift into, what would they be? azazel: talk about a time when you were falsely blamed for something mammon: when were you most greedy? for what? verrith: are you a patient or impatient person? pythius: out of all the lies you have ever told, which is your favorite? berith: do you often argue with others?

[fuckyeahharkavagrant-blog]

[desertfungus]

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sunny-burn:

yiffytwink:

Ain’t misbehavin’, savin’ my love for you

aaaaAAAAAAAAAA

[magicksquares]

Dr. A. Boschee’s German Syrup manufactured in Woodbury, New Jersey by G. G. Green. Contains .024 grain sulp. morhpine per ounce and 1 ¾ per cent. alcohol.

[aberrantaffixments-blog-blog]

murderous lovers; sticker set

[whenwewerecool]

Medicine chest.

[victoriousvocabulary]

DOLORIFUGE

[noun]

something that banishes or mitigates grief; a cure for pain.

Etymology: dolor (sorrow, grief, misery or anguish, derived from Latin) + -fuge (expelling or dispelling either a specified thing or in a specified way, derived from Latin fugāre - to expel, put to flight).

[Gustave Doré - Opium Smoking]

[h-i--s-a]

[martanin]

[thebigsleep-rpg-blog]

[ink--and--rage]

An independent RP blog for Reba Duke Current Story: The Big Sleep Status: Alive part of SSRPG

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