Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-5426254-20151108023343

''Well, I enjoyed writing this fun post in the hour it took. I hope Card is satisfied by what he sees. Also, try and spot the references. -GL'' --- Violet and George had barely stood at the door for a few seconds when they were approached by a young man in a suit named "Azulius Cardoso." And he shook George's hand and kissed Violet's.

''Cardoso, eh? It seems like this guy's not fooling me. The kid's a Cardamom!''

And then he caught her off guard when he complimented her.

"I'd heard rumors that Brine was well-connected, but I didn't hear him saying anything about hiring an angel."

''Wow. He's serious. Oh man, I am going to feel so sorry for this guy when I tell him. But I might as well play along ... for now.''

As she smiled back, she was quickly planning her response.

''But I will need a temporary alias. I want to make sure that the one I'm using won't let the feds catch me. Let's see, Buchanan? Wilson? Klipspringer? Ooh, I know!''

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cardoso. The name's Violet Carraway, and to be honest, I'm very flattered right now."

"Sorry to interrupt your little love at first sight moment, but shouldn't we, I don't know, get in? There's like six or seven other people here right now, and we're blocking the door," George muttered.

"You're right, George. It's time we all went inside. There's not much time that we have left to dilly-dally with. Besides, the others are mature. They know how to get in and where to find us."

Eventually, they opened the door. Azulius had reserved a room for all of them. And when they walked in, plenty of the men (and women) stared at Violet and her long, purple hair, her partially unbuttoned shirt that showed her sizable bust; big enough to draw attention towards while not breaking their suspension of disbelief.

Her sparkling green eyes, and the classy purple suit that accentuated her nice hourglass figure sealed the deal for the gawking patrons.

She was quite aware of all this and so she smiled with a wink. Little did they know that she especially paid attention to all the similarly attractive female customers. To the gentlemen, it appeared that she had noticed them, blissfully unaware of her true attractions.

Once they headed inside, and the other members began making their way into the room, Violet opened up her purse and produced a pair of slightly curved, half-frame designer glasses that were also purple, but with a white stripe. And this made Azulius bleed from the nostrils, his dream of meeting someone who filled the necessary criteria of his fetishes was finally complete.

The man felt like he had died and gone to heaven, having seen his ultimate fantasy come to life!

"Why do you need these? You're basically 20/20!", George noted.

"Oh, you silly billy, these are my dining glasses. And you can thank whomever designed these beauties... Eckleburg, was it? Yes, thank you, T.J. Eckleburg!"

George then noticed the twitterpatted Azulius while an attractive waitress entered the room. He had to tell him eventually, otherwise there would be problems later on.

"How about we start you off with some drinks? Are you okay with water?"

"Look, kid, I'd hate to break it to you, but coming from someone who used to work with her, she's clearly not your type."

Azulius had stared at him with open confusion. George instantly realized what was going on.

"I ain't jealous, and I'm not her ex. I'm going to save you trouble in the future. Just let me show you. See that waittress?"

"Can you come a little closer, sweetheart?", Violet asked, beckoning her with a gesture. The waittress then leaned in closer.

"Okay, how about I start off with a Mint Julep, okay doll?", Violet seductively whispered in her ear. "Oh, and you don't mind about this, right?"

She landed a kiss on the waitress's cheek, leaving her a little flustered as she hobbled on to the next few people on the table. It also crushed any hopes of Azulius landing a date, let alone a marriage or at the very least, a night under the sheets.

"See what I was talking about? This is coming from a guy that - let's put it this way, really don't like her right now. Ain't that right?"

"Huh? Oh yes. Sorry to burst your bubble, Azulius, but it's true," Violet replied. "You're a nice guy and all, and a date with you would be really great, but unfortunately, there are some things I can't change, even if I tried. Besides, people like her keep me warm."

The jaw-dropping look on his face as he let the facts sink in sold it for George, and Violet had realized that what was dripping from his nose.

"Shit, you're bleeding," Violet muttered, grabbing a handkerchief. "You need an ambulance?"

"Nah, I think it's because he used to like you after all this... it's nothing to worry about," George snarked.

"Okay," Violet hesitantly reassured herself. "So, how's about we start ordering?"