It was a laugh he felt clamoring up his windpipes, a bastard of a disturbance that he swallowed with the quickness of a large pill. Snow, fancy that for an alias. Couldn’t be the name ol’ mum gave her back home of course, but by God if it wasn’t appropriate. Her skin was sure enough like snow, taut over bones so fragile you would think she was winter itself. But surely enough our fine lady traded friendliness for a quick but noticeable scavenge through her bag. A knife perhaps? One of those funny little spray cans the ladies seem all too fond of maybe? Oh, what a change of pace this was.What fun. What bliss and joy and gorgeousness of man. Like music, almost. Inspiration.
“ And to where have good uncle’s manners gone?
Appy-poly-logies indeed, miss. Alexander, O’ my lovely.
Alex to me droogs and mates. Same to thems who aren’t
of the amiable as you and I.”
He gave a comical sort of bow at that, tipping his hat in the very whimsy of a gentleman. A smile spread over his boyish features, a grin that insinuated the conniving yet methodical nature of a school boy out of class. He raised an arm in that same caricature of a man of refinery, expecting her to take it in that same jest of two aristocrats off the board. To say he was intrigued would be a criminal understatement. For she had the light of fight in her, a complete opposite of the shag he had but hours prior.
“ Oh, shame, shame. Can’t have that. Most mestos this nochy bein
of the grazhny sort anyways. Have you the kindness and fine patience,
you’d find thy self most welcome. Come with uncle and fret not of this
bad and wicked world. Be less poogly maybe, tis only company I’m
after. Bars and misfortune be damned for but this eve.”
Her hand finally had a grip of her small hand gun, just in case the stranger decided to pull a fast one on her. In this day in age you couldn’t trust a soul, especially during the night time. As he laughed at her name, Snow rolled her eyes knowing that this was going to happen. Though it may surprise most, it was her actual name. Full name being Snow White. She was never sure of why her mother named her this way but it seemed to fit her. She was frail and as pale as the snow that fell from the sky but on the inside she was hardened more like ice. Obviously, she turned out different than what her mother wanted her to be.
“I’ll prefer to call you Alex, if you don’t mind.
I’m never one to indulge in formalities during the night,
seems rather inappropriate.”
At his bow, Snow could not help the smirk that tugged on the corners of her features. Though he put off the air of friendliness she knew that she still could not trust him. No one trusts each other here and if you did then you were a fool. Sure it was easier for a man to trust another man but for a woman it was a completely different story. Those involved in the ultraviolence targeted them the most for the old in out in out. Snow wasn’t about to be taken advantage of and if he tried to take her down then she would not hesitate to try and kill him. Reaching out she took his arm, making sure that there still was enough space in between the two.
“Though I’m sure company is only what you seek,
don’t be too worried about my distrust. As you may
know, there are dark people lurking in the shadows
-- not as friendly as you and I. A woman must always
be on her guard. But where are we going then instead of a bar ?”
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