Experimenting, like I promised. Like you asked. Steel-framed glasses accentuate my cinnamon irises set in dusty eye shadow. A dirty blonde lock sways ...o the left of my parted fringe, escaped from the loop of the scrunchie. I pout, lips forming the shape of an acorn as I stare into the lens. Into you. A condition of accepting the job was no budget hotels, confirmed when my toes curl into the pile of the carpet as a wave of excitement grips me. My eyes drift shut for a moment, hands on autopilot,. One of those friends, Steven Boutros, liked nose candy and Peter hadbeen his source for a while. Steven was one of the few theatre friendsthey had who was straight and he and Peter had hit on a few of the youngactresses in Steven's theatre production company with varying degrees ofsuccess. Peter gave Steven a call and invited him around for drinks andsome blow.Steven was immediately suspicious when Peter drank spring water whileSteven drank expensive Macallan whisky and snorted a couple of. ‘A few more minutes,’ Nicki said apologetically. She’d tried to read the menu, but she was so intoxicated by Matt’s presence, (and the glass of wine she’d already drank…plus the one she drank in her apartment before that) that she couldn’t concentrate on the offerings. Matt started slipping some of the calamari onto his plate, ‘Wow, I wasn’t expecting so much. This looks really good though. With the bread and the appetizer someone could get away with skipping dinner.’ ‘We could skip dinner. I. Not finding it, he hurried outside, bewigged but hatless and swordless, his coattails flapping and his empty scabbard banging at his leg until he grabbed it. I followed, looking for my rifle as I went past the doorway and out into the bright sunlight.At the corner of the tavern Beckwith's double row of riflemen had retrieved their various weapons and had formed their ranks with their muskets at the rest in front of them. They was trying to look grim, but a lot of them looked worried if not.