No Conning on the Dancefloor| Mystery and Lorne
Mystery had seen him around a few times. Always when she was working an angle on someone, or an event. If they kept meeting like this she’d be convinced he was a lawman gunning for her. He hadn’t stopped her yet but that didn’t mean much. If she got lucky he’d be a crooked cop and help a dame out.
Any time they were at an event with a group of enlisted men she noticed his bum leg. What others didn’t get the opportunity to notice is that his bum leg changed depending on the event. He had conned his way out of joining up. The redhead wasn’t sure what to make of it. Her feelings about the war were already conflicted. With a good enough lie she’d be impressed by people that got out of it.
In the middle of trying to work over another poor dame at the bar she noticed him sidle up on the other side of the poor broad. She expected him to pay attention to the other woman, to get her away from Mystery. Instead he appeared straight through the woman between them. She continued workin on the other girl until he finally cut in. An offer to dance. She couldn’t pass that up. Most of her work had been done already.
“That sounds mighty fine. Can your leg handle it?” Her eyes dragged across his frame. It was obvious he was of a different breed of attractive than all the rest.