Mouse & Soliel
Mouse wiped her forehead, before going back out into the main room of the bar, tray of drinks balanced on her hip. Working at the Bon a Rien was something to do, Mama watched the babies, both sets, and Bets snoozed out the front as a guard dog. While Bleu chatted her up. The malamute for the moment was ignoring the Cajun hound dog's efforts, but that didn't mean he wasn't getting anywhere. Or as he said, 'La belle dame is crazy f'r moi, she just don't know it yet.'
Soliel sang, leaning one arm on the piano, husky drawling voice singing the blues into the smoke crowded room, while men drank their pay checks and discussed how the fish were biting, how the tourists were spending their cash, while women gossiped, bitched and drank alongisde their men. Flirted, wept and moaned about how their children just weren't learning anything at those damn government schools and so on. The things that concerned them the most.
"Little girl standin' on the corner
Somebody please won't you lend a hand
I'm just the ghetto child
In this so-called, in this so-called free land
Somebody, somebody somewhere
Somebody please won't you give a dime
My mother she's sick, in the bed almost dying
And I ain't seen, I ain't seen my daddy in a long time
Now that this is the part that move me so much right here
She said I know, I knoooooow I oughta be in school
But I went to school one mornin'
and the teacher she told me
When you come back child, have on some shoes
I'm just the ghetto child
Somebody please please help the ghetto child
I'm just the ghetto child
In this so-called, in this so-called free land..."
She sang a few more songs before she got off the stage and swayed over to Mouse where she was wiping the bar down and arguing merrily with one of the patrons.
"So, y' like ma singing?"
"I've always liked listening to the blues, Soli."
"Y' got to know the blues to sing 'em well..."
Soliel moved behind Mouse, breath ghosting along the curve of her neck.
"And we both know 'em awful well, vraiment?"
"M-maybe..."
Mouse stilled, feeling the curious lust pouring off Soliel as they stood together. Not quite touching, but if either moved, they would be...
"Y' know me, and Ah know y', Souris. But Ah think Ah'd like to know y' better...tu sais?"
"Soliel..."
"Ah like the sound of ma name on y'r lips, Souris. Watch y'self. Ah might get to liking it too much."
Mouse closed her eyes for a moment, before the world crashed in on the curiously private moment.
"Hey, we need some drinks over 'ere! Right away! Elllloooo, cherie! Bourbon all round."
"I have to get back to work."
Mouse slid out from Soliel's not quite touching grip and swayed off, tray balanced on one hip. The Cajun watched her go, and smiled.
Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as she'd thought...