Come do the Charleston with me ║ Scott&Allison
Streets were ridden with the noise of bodies, excited and faceless, just a bright blur of colors as they paraded down the concrete floor along the tall buildings with bright, looming signs. A brunette leaned against one of the brick walls, a bit far off from the entrance with a cheap cigarette hanging between two lips as brown eyes flicker through the crowd. The sun's position suggested a time between four and six in the evening and this was the time when things were heating, bodies vibrating with life.
The Argents were known for many things drug trade, the sale of alcohol, the rising rate of crime in the city but when one thought of Argent, they also thought of money, piled high against their name. The lad, no more than eighteen, had been found by the Lord himself, a man with the name of Chris Argent that brought terror among the masses. He had been lying on ground, bleeding a puddle of red along the cracks of the alleyway and heart slowing, vision blackening and returning to the sight of his abdomen wrapping in white bandages and Argent looming over, "What's your name?"
"McCall. Scott McCall," and the last of his name as his father vanished and mother grew ill, death following shortly after. Argent just gave a nod of his head in response, smoking seeping from his mouth and weaved through the air, "Got anybody?" Scott shook his head, "Then, how would you like to work for me, huh? I'll give you housing at my home for the meantime." The lad accepted easily and that's how he grew to be one of the Argent's, working alongside the big name.
Brown caught the face he sought for, the other silhouette gesturing to the opposite end of the street where bodies were lessened and he flicked the cigar onto the floor, smashing it with the heel of his boot. Trade was an easy process, simply of grab the money, give them the slash and walk away, and Scott had perfected it within his first week, impressing Argent and fellow Lords. As the nameless face trekked away, he returned to the crowd, blending with the trembling bodies until he found a brunette with curls tied loosely and dimples embedded as she smiled upon him, fingers curling over his arms, "Didn't think you would make it."
When Scott joined the Argents, he never expected to find a star by the name of Allison Argent, lighting his nerves with her warmth, "Wouldn't miss it for the world." A smile of own stretched over, returning the own on painted lips and eyes searched over the mass for a brief moment before he leaned in, pecking them twice before retreating back, putting a considerable amount of space between them.
