lady in red || cari & beatrice
Carrington had ashed his cigarette for the second time when the girl finally came out onto the street. Wearing red. Fitting, he thought. Considering what he’d just seen her do. Or what he was almost certain he’d seen her do. He watched from the beneath a string of fairy lights strung across the alleyway between two shoppes across the street as she locked the doors of the theater and headed down the way. Carrington didn’t rush after her. He didn’t even wait to see which direction she took.
Her scent would be easy enough to follow.
He finished his smoke, idly watching the other late-night patrons as they passed, and then tossed the butt in an ashtray before pushing lazily off the wall. He tucked his hands in his pockets, fingers moving idly over the beads of the rosary that was nearly always with him, and followed the blazing trail the woman had left in her wake. When he saw where she’d ended up, he huffed at the irony before heading inside and finding himself a drink. After that, it didn’t take long to size up the room and find what he was looking for.
The woman in the red dress, and an open seat at her table.
On the next round, Carrington cashed in.
@beatrice-blaze