posted on 8-Sep-2002 5:42:53 PM by hopefuldreamer
Title: Speak Easy
Rating: R ((for sexual content))
Summary: What if Roswell took place in Philadelphia in the 1920's?
Disclaimer: We own nothing of Roswell...but we're currently in negotiations. *wink* j/k, lol.
Authors: Mollie (hopefuldreamer) with help and advice from Shannon (not on the board, lol)

He sat at the counter watching as his best friend served yet another customer their fill. It seemed like every night more of the public find their way into the speakeasy. Whether it was because after three years of prohibition more were craving the forbidden liquor, or maybe they heard about Her: the singer. The one who had the power to hold you in her palm while she sang, your soul became hers to do what she wanted with the minute she opened those perfect, red lips to sing.

His gaze shifted to his friend, the owner of the speak easy. He wondered how Max had managed to hold on to someone who was as much of a live wire as Maria. Max had heard ehr sing last Christmas when the Sheriff held his annual party. He had immediately been struck by her. He tried to court her, and she had him wrapped around her pinky finger before he even knew what was happening. From what he managed to get out of Max, Maria fought with him because he wouldn't fight with her, and that had destroyed their relationship. He still let ehr sing because she was good for business and he couldn't let her end up on the streets. Some might say Max was still hung up on her.

Poor, Max, he's the kind of guy who will give everyone chance after chance. That includes his own sister. Isabel came and went from the speakeasy as she pleased, only staying a few months at a time. She was a struggling actress in New York, but Michael didn't believe she did much struggling there. She got auditions, but never a part, and lived lavishly on the money she earned by being a waitress in ehr brother's speakeasy. The only time she struggled was when she came home and actually ahd to work for something.

Michael's head snapped up as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around as Tess took a seat next to him, trying to hide his grimace. There was no getting away now she had efectively trapped him into conversation.

"Hello darling," Tess said as if it left a bad taste in her mouth.

"Hi, Doll," Michael said as a formality.

Despite his dislike for her, Michael had to admit that Tess was pretty. She did have something, but it just didn't work for him. She had come into the speakeasy one day, looking for work, and he ahd given it to her. She was a prostitute, his prostitute. And as much as he didn't relish in the fact, his girlfriend. Or at least girlfriend of convenience. She was good for his image.

Just then Michael heard Maria begin to sing. Suddenly being with Tess wasn't so bad, because he didn't really know she was there, as his attention focused on the petite strawberry blonde on stage. As he listened to her hit the notes, his world started to drift away.

Suddenly he caught the sight of someone, out of the corner of his eye, making their way to the counter. This pushed him back to reality. He focused more clearly on the person to see that it was Kyle. Kyle was a good boy, albeit, a little misguided. For starters he was in love with Tess, and to finish it all off, he ahd made friends with those infernal people across the street. Eliza and Allen? At least that's what he thought their names were. Not like he really cared.

Thoughts of Kyle inevitably led him back to Maria. Theirs was a weird family. They were step-siblings. Kyle's dad was the Sherrif. Like father like son, the Sherrif had also fallen in love with a hooker, Amy, Maria's mother. And Maria's father was unknown, one of Amy's clientel. Maria's cousin also lived with them, Sean. He knew Sean all too well. Afterall Sean was his right hand man, helped him make sure that everything in the gang ran smoothly.

Kyle leaned over to tlak to Michael confidentially. "Hey, fella, can I borrow your girl tonight?"

Michael laughed silently to himself. Like he'd said, Kyle was in love with Tess. "Sure, she's not doing me any good, just have her back by morning."

"Thanks," Kyle said, almost as if to say that Michael didn't deserve such a great girl. That he should treat ehr better. With that Kyle extended his hand to Tess and with a tossed coin to Max, they went upstairs.


Kyle opened the door to what had become his and Tess's regular room. Once they were inside Tess began to unlace the front of her blouse, she wasn't stupid she knew what he wanted. She looked over at him, he was still standing by the door, staring at her.

"Here let me help you," She said as she began to unbotton his shirt.

Kyle grabbed Tess's hands. "Please Tess, there's no rush. We have all night." He said as he bent to kiss her neck.

Tess closed her eyes and sighed as his lips grazed ehr skin. Kyle was a strange one, she thought to herself, Most men just wanted to get it over with, but not Kyle. He wanted to take all night. The agian things wer strange with Kyle anyway. With most of the others, she just wanted to get it over with. With Kyle, she didn't mind taking all night. She turned her face up, so that her eyes were directly staring into his. "Cash or check?" she asked him softly.

"Cash, definitely cash," Kyle said with a grin, as he leaned in to kiss her. His kisses continued down her neck and shoulders.

Tess turned to lead him towards the bed, but when she was no longer facing him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back, against his chest. His hands began to travel up from her waist until he was lightly cupping her breasts. While she continued to lean against him he finished unlacing her bodice, until it fell open, exposing the smooth flesh beneath. Tess turned around in order to return the favor. Her hands slid up his chest, slowly, making their way towards the buttons again. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders to the floor.

Once agian Kyle's lips found hers and just as their surroundings began to fade away, they heard a resounding crash from downstairs.

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posted on 9-Sep-2002 10:44:00 PM by hopefuldreamer
Liz glanced out of the window of her and her fiance's restaurant, The Cat's Meow, towards the speakeasy across the street and rolled her eyes disgusted as more people walked into it. It was her competition and it was illegal. Who did that Max Evans think he was to be driving her out of business this way?

"I'm so sick of this," Liz said exasperatedly as she turned from the window to look at her fiance, Alex.

"You're sick of what?" Alex asked her gently, not wanting her to cast a kitten.

"I'm sick of that abomination across the street," Liz rambled,"It's stealing all our business. It's polluting our town."

Alex nodded. He agreed with her. It just wasn't right that honest people could barely make a living, and the dishonest were able to have a ritzy lifestyle. "I agree, but what are we going to do about it?" Alex asked, sounding defeated.

Liz sighed,"I don't know..." She turned to look out the window again to see her and Alex's bestfriend and co-worker walk into the building. Her eyes widened,"Oh my God, Kyle just walked in there." She shook her head as she continued,"That's it, that's the last straw. I'm going to go talk to that man."


posted on 9-Sep-2002 10:45:32 PM by hopefuldreamer
Liz glanced out of the window of her and her fiance's restaurant, The Cat's Meow, towards the speakeasy across the street and rolled her eyes disgusted as more people walked into it. It was her competition and it was illegal. Who did that Max Evans think he was to be driving her out of business this way?

"I'm so sick of this," Liz said exasperatedly as she turned from the window to look at her fiance, Alex.

"You're sick of what?" Alex asked her gently, not wanting her to cast a kitten.

"I'm sick of that abomination across the street," Liz rambled,"It's stealing all our business. It's polluting our town."

Alex nodded. He agreed with her. It just wasn't right that honest people could barely make a living, and the dishonest were able to have a ritzy lifestyle. "I agree, but what are we going to do about it?" Alex asked, sounding defeated.

Liz sighed,"I don't know..." She turned to look out the window again to see her and Alex's bestfriend and co-worker walk into the building. Her eyes widened,"Oh my God, Kyle just walked in there." She shook her head as she continued,"That's it, that's the last straw. I'm going to go talk to that man."



Note: All word choices are actual '20s phrases:
"Cash or check?" Should I kiss you now or later?
"cast a kitten" throw a fit

Also, we're slowing getting to tying the two scenes together with that resounding crash.....