Davis Langtry stood on the front porch of the white-columned house on her family's Southern estate at dusk, smoking a cigarette that was encased in a monogrammed sterling silver cigarette holder. An attractive brunette with icy pale blue eyes, she wore a sleek, tea-length silk dress that matched her eyes. Blue was, after all, HIS favorite color on her, and it matched her eyes, so what the hell...
This evening's amusement for the pair was the main show at the Rose Hill Drive-In Supper Club. Word around town was that they were going to unveil something new and exciting tonight, and Davis was all about new and exciting. It was getting harder and harder to find that sort of thing these days, or so it seemed to her. Anyhoo, here she was, waiting for Jack. If he didn't get here soon, she was going to have Daisy bring her a drink, and it wasn't mint tea she had in mind. Although that would do well enough, provided there were a few shots of bourbon in it.
She took a deep draw on her cigarette and inhaled. Her lush lips left a red lipstick ring on the base of her silver cigarette holder as they released it and she exhaled. The smoke filled the humid twilight air around her.
She finished her cigarette, and walked over to a cushioned wrought iron chair. She carelessly dropped her cigarette holder into a silver ashtray on the glass-topped table next to her.
Davis lowered her slim form into the chair carefully, so that she wouldn't crease her elegant dinner dress. A satin clutch dyed to perfectly match said dress laid on the table, beside the ashtray.
She turned her head slightly towards the direction of the front door. In her rich, yet feminine drawl, she called, "Daisy honey, could you bring me something cold to drink? It's awfully hot out here. You know what sort of thing I like, don't you honey? Thanks ever so."
Before the fan in the overhang of the porch roof could muss a hair on Davis' dark head, Daisy appeared with an icy concoction in a lead crystal highball glass on a silver tray, a single pale pink rose in a silver vase beside the elegant, mint-sprigged glass. Davis gave a slight smile, as she watched Daisy place her drink and the rose on the table next to her.
"Thanks, honey. It's just the perfect thing."
"Yes, Miss Davis.", Daisy replied, before she retreated back inside the house.
Davis picked up the glass, her red fingernails clicking lightly on the glass, as she did. Her pouted red lips left a red stain on the edge of the frosty glass, as she took first one sip, then another.
Usually a little impatient if she was kept waiting, this time she was actually enjoying her time in the evening air on the porch.
The turning overhead fan caused the delicate scent of the fresh gardena that she'd tucked behind her left ear to waft past her nose. It complimented the French gardenia perfume that she wore.
The setting sun struck one of her blue topaz earrings, and as it did, it must have seemed to any invisible onlookers that her ears were lit from within by blue flames.
She sighed softly, as she toyed with the idea of lighting another cigarette.
Her crimson nails clicked against her highball glass again, as Davis took another sip of her drink. Her sharp blue eyes flickered as she watched the sunset in the painted sky. She could almost see the brushstrokes.
Her drink was nearly gone, and she had only just reached for her purse to get another cigarette, when she spied Jack's shiny black convertible as he raced up the long, shaded drive from the main gate to the house. She smiled; he'd shown up just in time. After all, they didn't want to miss the show.
Davis watched her handsome dark-haired flame, the always debonair Jack, as he slammed the door of his car, and climbed the stairs of the porch.
His tall frame towered over her, as she remained seated. She laughed delightedly, as Jack pulled her up from the chair, and into his arms for an embrace, and then kissed her.
It wasn't yet show time....or was it???
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