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A Snake Charmer (introduction)
Jul. 15th, 2015 10:35 pm"Berühren sie nicht mich, you bastard!" She yelled out with as much passion as she put in her cabaret dance rehearsal not even an hour ago. Dark mahogany colored eyes that matched the Lautari fiddle on the desk glared at Emcee venomously and she only wished that looks could kill. It'd make this so much easier. "My mother has not been dead a year and you have already stolen everything from them. From me!" Her hand, speckled in intricate black henna whirls and enough rings to rival Saturn's, reached out for the tacky faux diamond encrusted tissue box and hurled it at him followed by a paperweight and then the papers that were underneath it. "So don't you tell me to calm down, you lying sack of shit! Hurensohn!" The lawyer next to Emcee ducked down as the tissue box veered off course and flew passed his head. Sure he looked up at her through his wire rimmed glasses with much disapproval, but she had probably helped their case by throwing a grade-A tantrum. Gotta love lawyers, always thinking of a way to screw you over for a buck. For fuck's sake, prostitutes had more dignity. Emcee side stepped the paper weight that slammed a small crater into the cheap plaster wall of the office and brought his hand up to shield his face from the onslaught of paper cuts. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." The way he clicked his tongue, slow and coldly with an indifferent lazy disapproval made her shudder. "You must forgive her." He said calmly, still looking at her while addressing Errol Kline, his noxious lawyer whose pinched features looked as if they had melted off his face and bunched up in an unattractive mass in the middle.( Momma, doesn't have an inkling! )
