Jack laughed at himself for a moment and got up and walked to the bar for a drink.
1920's roleplay!
Alicia, being over-prepared as always, saw Jack get up for a drink and pulled a small flask out of her bag, taking a drink.
Delilah walked backstage and changed again. This time she slipped on a long, red flowy ballroom gown that hung onto her shoulders. She walked towards the blond man and tucked a loose brown curl from her wig behind her ear. He was standing with two women, and Delilah was hit with jealousy before she smothered it under a layer of confidence. "The name's Marjorie Count, what's yours, handsome?"
I AM IN LOVE WITH THE PROHIBITION ERA AND CRIME SPREES THAT WENT WITH IT as long as it's not romanticized and seen calmer than it usually is
Jack laughed at the fact she was constantly changing, "Name's Jack, but I'm currently waiting for someone," Jack jokes lightly with Marjorie.
Delilah was taken aback, but she stood with her best poker face and looked Jack in the eye, "I'm waiting for that dance." she twirled around a little, her skirt flowing.
Alicia watched the two talk at the bar, before walking over herself and ordering a drink.
"Come on then," Jack said with a crooked smile. He held out his hand.
Delilah took it, and almost if on cue, a soft, slow song began to play.
Jack took the small woman and spun her around once, then pulled her in close to him, placing a hand on her lower back, holding her hand with the other and began to dance with her.
Delilah put her head against his chest, as they swayed to the music, "Isn't this just berries?" she whispered.
He chuckled softly, "Sure is."
The music was soft and the singer was decent, Delilah smiled up at Jack, "Do you think I can sing the song better?"
Jack looked down at her and flashed his brilliant smile, "Yes, it's very simple. You have a better set of pipes than most I've heard. You're as good as Delilah Pip, I'll say."
"I bet that I'm better." Delilah smiled, it was nice to have a secret.
Jack smiled back, "tell me something."
"What something? About myself?" Delilah murmured, feeling warm against Jack's arms.
"Yeah, I wanna get to know you," Jack spoke confidently, pressing Marjorie closer to his chest with his strong arms.
"I'm a singer, but usually on bigger stages. My favorite color is blue. I really like flappers, I would just never be one. I always keep my eye out for handsome men-like you."
"Singer, flappers, blue, handsome men? You're in luck, I happen to have a thing for gorgeous singers who like flappers, but aren't, and my eyes are blue," Jack chuckled a bit, then thanked Marjorie for the compliment.
(I have stuff to do later tomorrow, so I'll be gone for a while, but I'll be back later.)
Alicia asked for a drink, and when the bartender asked of her age, she simply ignored him. She ended up getting her drink and heading back to her seat.
Delilah put her arms around Jack's shoulders and sighed, "Too bad I have to leave Chicago tonight."
Jack wrapped his arms around Marjorie's waist and sighed, "Now that is too bad. May I ask where you're headed?"
"No you may not. It's a secret." Delilah put her finger to her lips and giggled.
"Alright, but all have you know I too don't belong in Chicago. I'm here because of my cousin Helena," Jack smiled at her, but he was repressing a bit of weariness.
"Who said you don't belong? You're the bee's knees." Delilah cracked up, "My friend says that all the time, but whenever I say it, it sounds ridiculous."
Alicia looked over at Jack, and a woman who seemed oddly familiar, 'damn,' she thought, 'shes a choice bit of calico.'
OH MY GOSH HOW COME I DIDNT SEE THIS ROLEPLAY SOONER CAN I JOIN?
XD if you havent picked up yet
Im kind of a nerd for this era lol! )
"Well, I say I don't belong," Jack's personality slowly became boyish, "I'm not really from around here. I live in Belleville."