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[gunpowdergelatine]

The biggest couch by the fire is occupied.

The person sprawling there is wearing a purple velvet dress with short puffed sleeves and a long, heavy skirt. A rather attractive pair of feet, in sheer black stockings, are crossed at the ankle and propped up on one arm of the couch; the head leaning against the other arm has shoulder-length brown curls streaked with fading green, tucked back behind one ear to reveal a small pearl earring. No makeup. A glass of whiskey in one hand, a small bag of jelly beans in the other, and a pair of black shoes with low wedge heels perched on a couch cushion beside the feet they presumably came off of.

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[gunpowdergelatine]

"We-ell," he acknowledges, "maybe not so scary these days."

[smokeandstreets]

Tony raises his eyebrows.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"What's your name, hon?"

[smokeandstreets]

"Tony. Tony Foster."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Lately I'm Queenie," he says, picking a jellybean out of the bag and popping it in his mouth.

He chews; swallows.

"But once upon a time," he says with a nostalgic smile, "when I was aliiiive, they called me the Joker."

[smokeandstreets]

--Tony's eyes widen.

"You're fucking with me."

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie grins.

"Nnnope."

[smokeandstreets]

Tony still looks on the doubtful side.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"That was a long time ago, though." He waves a hand dismissively. "Now I spend my time making hot clothes and having sex for money."

Offering the bag, "Jelly bean?"

[smokeandstreets]

His eyebrows go up.

"Funny thing," sarcastically, "me too."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"No? Okay."

Nom!

[smokeandstreets]

"Minus the clothes." He shrugs.

Yeah, not buying the Joker claim.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"What," he wonders idly, "would it take to convince you?"

[smokeandstreets]

"Y'know, nothing comes to mind."

[gunpowdergelatine]

He grins.

"Well, don't leave it up to mmme," he advises.

[smokeandstreets]

"Or what?"

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Or I might think of something."

[smokeandstreets]

Tony snorts, because he is totally not made nervous by that at all. No sir.

[gunpowdergelatine]

Thoughtfully: "I could always just ask you why you don't believe me."

[smokeandstreets]

"No green hair, no purple suit, no white skin . . ."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I'm retired."

[smokeandstreets]

Tony snickers.

"Oh, well then."

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie smiles at him.

His tongue flicks out to touch his lips, quick and snakelike.

[smokeandstreets]

He snorts and licks his own lips, a little slower and more deliberately flirty.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Ooh," says Queenie, appreciatively. "Shop talk."