t’s 9:42pm. Amiable Mobster is in a smoke filled bar with dim lights and a smooth jazz song playing in the background. Sitting at a small round table drinking Jameson neat when he notices her dancing. Her hips swaying from side to side in the most elegant, hypnotic way. He can’t keep his eyes off of her. But then all of a sudden she’s grabbing her fur coat and heads for the door. Amiable Mobster decides its time to ask her name and follows her into the back alley where she’s disappeared. He looks all around but she’s gone, just like that. When he’s finally given up hope on finding her she comes out of nowhere pressing her small and very sharp knife to his neck. He says “why are you doing this? I just wanted to her ask your name!” She goes “My name is flirtatious flapper and I’m robbing you, give me everything you have or die a bloody death.”
Year 1919. NYC TIME 9:45pm Enter. Ms Jackson our flirtatious flapper. Location. Hollywood hotspot, - the dancing girls are in mink the gentlemen are buying drinks. Enter Anton the amiable mobster with a past.. Not what you’re thinking... not weapons and gang associations. But the loss of a love that never was. Enter Our Shimmering show girl Sassy. The reason why the tunes are swinging and the booze is flowing. But even the sparkles show girl has a secret... maybe even one she doesn’t know about. And our final Entry of the night The stunning show man De’shawn. He can get any girl out on that stage sparkling like a star. But none measure up to our Shimmering showgirl Sassy. What is it about those two? A secret love? A friend ship? What.. is... it? Will this P.I. I. HIDE-INTHE-BUSHES-WILLIAM will find out!? What wait is this? Our mobster amiable Mobster Anton is getting up and approaching our flirtatious Flapper. Ms Jackson. The stunning Showman is playing a record... I can’t quite make it out... and what’s this... I can’t quite believe sassy our show girl is approaching our flirtatious flapper too. And what am I hearing??? SASSY AND DE’SHAWN... MUM HOW COULD YOU?! Our flirtatious flapper is the mother of these two, that just begs the question to ask. Who is the dazzling pairs father? Then cool as a summer cucumber saunters over Anton our amiable mobster. Tipping his hat. “Hi Ms Jackson, I’ve been looking for you and our kids and now I’ve found them... they’re coming with me.” YOU CAN’T BE FOR REAL ANTON! “Do daddy a favour and turn up that record my son” Deshawn turned up the record, And as our trio were leaving, Anton the amiable mobster, Sassy our Shimmering Show girl, and De’Shawn our Stunning Showman. Walked away and out the door from their mother Ms Jackson as the song played... I’m SORRY MS JACKSON I AM FOR REAL.
It was just like every night, the lights shining and crowds rushing in for the show. She put on her glimmering outfit and plastered a fake made up smile on her face. A tall man with a smirk and a mustache walked in flashing cash and ordered a drink. She thought bingo theres my target he's easy money. Little did she know who she was flirting with... He saw her from across the room. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him and gave him a wink, the pink feathers swaying slightly as she walked his way. He doesn't know what he's gotten himself into either...
Log #1 - Selene Monroe, 1954 I was nine years old when that mobster murdered my sister. Pauli Cantarusi was the biggest crime boss in all of Chicago, and slippery as a snake. The cops, the ones not on Cantarusi's payroll anyways, did everything they could to nail him, but nothing stuck, and he walked out of that courtroom with a smile on his face. I was a child then, but now I'm a grown woman with a set of skills that put even the best trained assassins to shame. And, finally, it's time for Cantarusi to pay for his crime. I needed a way to get close to him, and Lady Luck gave me my chance when a flier for PIMD found its way into my hands. PIMD, Pauli's Illicit Movers and Dancers, was a nightclub owned by Cantarusi used as a front for illegally moving money. The flier read: "Looking for Showgirls" I got the job and quickly became the favorite among patrons. Even Cantarusi couldn't take his eyes off me when I danced. When he called me to the VIP room for a private dance, I knew this was my chance. One shot. One bullet. Pauli Cantarusi was dead before he ever hit the ground. And just as Cantarusi had done that day at court, I walked out of there with a smile on my face. By the time I could hear the sirens, I was long gone. Now... I'm off to find my next target!
It was the night before prom and all through Vegas people were doing coke even men of business Now, who knows through whence yonder breakst the whipple hop man but he broke in to the scene on this very keen night. A mysterious man, unknown by all. But his name was mr McVay. All people knew of him was that he was the most stunning showman in the world. Perched upon a bejewelled vespa, he rode into a casino and located a lady, Delilah Gray. And upon her lips bestowed a kiss so intense and passionate that everyone in the room could feel it. He swept her away, and grabbing a martini from a coaster, they mounted his bike. They ran away until the very next night. That night is tonight and Delilah has just returned, bedazzled and glitzed in a most stunning new blue dress.
Two bodies locked in a passionate tango shimmered with sweat against the stage lights, expertly trained the duo stunned the audience surrounding them. They were the stars, all eyes locked on them as the showman dipped his blue-haired partner for the finale, nose to nose and panting heavily from the performance. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek as he lifted her upright. “You were amazing.” She complimented, holding tight to his hand as the duo bowed to their audience. An amiable gentleman with a deviant grin sat directly in front of the duo on stage, an empty glass in one hand. The flirtatious bargirl came with a new drink, taking his emptied glass with a wink. He snatched her wrist before she could move from him, “Inform the showman to be expecting me shortly.” “Of course, love, and who exactly shall I tell him-” “A friend.” He gave a gentle smack on her thigh as she danced her way back through the throng of patrons. After nursing his drink through the next number, the mobster headed backstage. Finding the showman's room, he let himself in, “A stunning performance, Vegas seems to be treating you well.” “And you.” He snarked back. “Everything taken care of?” The mobster threw his head back, his laughter filling the room. Reaching in his vest, he threw down a small packet. “The girl’s ex won't be bothering her.” The showman looked over the photos and chuckled, “I thought you were joking about the diaper.”
The day started like any other.The group was preparing for there biggest hit yet, the Queen's palace.The mobster was dreaming about the hit while the showgirl was trying to find a way in.The flapper as flirtatious as she was she could get in anywhere.She was there way in.The showman he was the distraction he would fo what he does best, perform.The mobster was there way out of everything, he knew his way around and if he couldn't get through he had some secret weapons.Then there was the showgirl, though she may not look it she was the brains of this group and she had a plan.
The shimmering showgirl was stood upon the stage her movements turning the heads of everyone sat in the audience when her eyes find those of the Amiable mobster sitting on the front table. Her eyes were drawn too his eyes, then too his moustache and lips she memorized every inch of his body burning it into her mind. The mobster threw her a quick wink sending her heart into a fiery blaze. She knew she had too have him so when her performance had ended she sent the stunning showman whom was performing behind her too invite him back too her dressing room. The shimmering showgirl waited for 3 long hours but still the mobster hadn’t come too see her. Did she dream it all up? Was it all false flirting too get her hopes up? She began too get ready too go home and as she stepped out her dressing room...The mobster walked out the showmen’s room his zipper was down but behind the slightly ajar door was the stunning showman looking ashamed of himself covering up with the first think he could grab. His Hat. She realised she had read the vibes wrong. And with the turn of her head she made herself scarce as fast as she could out of their hoping they never saw the embarrassment on her face.Erasing both the memory of him and what she had witnessed as she left. THE END
Candlelight flickered against the cheeks of the shimmering showgirl. Dampening the dazzling makeup that brought delight to the audience just an hour earlier. She stalks out of the room, entering through gold-rimmed double-doors into the casino, dazed for a moment by the symphony of conversation and laughter, the air thick with drunken optimism. She accepts champagne and makes her way to the Roulette table, Around the table sit the familiar faces of Wendy the flirtatious Flapper and Dick the Amiable mobster. Wendy sitting on his lap. Dick's eyes gleaming at the anticipation of both winning the Roulette and Wendy’s time. The Croupier sends the little golden ball rolling. ‘Straight up,’ Dick grumbles. The ball spins and stops. All the chips are pushed to the Croupier. Wendy applies lipstick as lines crease Dick’s forehead. The ball rolls again. ‘Straight up’ Dick slurs, voice shaky. The Croupier’s hand trails along the screws at the side of the table. The ball stops, stuck between 00 and 7...... It topples into the seven as a ‘whoop’ arises from Dick. Wendy laughs and kisses Dick. The Showgirl noticing slight rage in the Croupier's eyes as he pushes the chips towards Dick who laughs giddily. Dick’s face goes pale as he wobbles and drops to the ground. Wendy panics, crouching over him. The Showgirl gasps, looking towards the Croupier, a flash of a smirk on his lips. A familiar tattoo on his wrist. Wendy seemingly displaying a similar smirk. That tattoo.....is that the Showboy?
The darkness invaded that chilly night in Vegas of 1925. Lisa (The Flapper girl) makes her way into the hot new speakeasy for the first time, accompanied by her Showgirl best friend, Donna. Donna advised her Lisa to have fun, and to stay away from any men wearing a snazzy royal blue suit and the matching hat. Donna pushes her way through the crowd with ease, making her way to the bar, she orders a Manhattan on the rocks for the both of them. Just when Lisa thought the night couldn’t get any better, she sees the most gorgeous Showman standing on the other side of the speakeasy. His eyes stare into her soul as he puts on a mischievous grin. Donna glances between the two and immediately turns her friend, Lisa to look at her. “Stay away from him, Lisa.” Donna stresses. She glances over at the showman in disgust, as she already knows that he is dangerous, and when he sees something he wants, nothing can stop him. His grin spreads wider and he throws his head back slightly, laughing inaudibly as the music in the speakeasy overpowers his voice. The dimples in his cheeks disappear as his smile fades. He draws one hand over his eyes, separating his index and middle finger to reveal his eyes. He winks and within seconds a cloud of dark blue smoke occupies the spot he was just standing in. He disappears.
‘A short tale with a high heel’ A cab door opened a long leg wearing gorgeous pumps steps on the pavement and glistens in the sun with the gleam of fresh polish. This is her first step in the heart of Vegas, what lies in store for this flirtatious flapper girl with dreams of stardom? She steps out and walks toward the theatre, passers by glance her way, even the most amiable mobster in town. Nobody has seen anyone quite as lovely since the last showgirl stepped on stage. She reaches for the theatre door, a gun shot is heard by all around but only the image of a crumpled dress lying at the entrance encasing the beautiful girl can be seen, no gunman could be spotted from within the crowded streets. Police sirens grow louder as they close in on the scene. The detectives climb under the yellow tape looking for any clue within their gloomy scene. Crowds disperse as time passes as the thrill of the horrific event fades. A lady with a floral scarf over her colourful locks, a tan trench coat, dark sunglasses and the most glittery purple heels you have ever seen turns and walks away down a deserted side street, she mutters under her breath, “I’m the star, I always will be.... nobody out shines me”. She carries on down the street, her footsteps fade into the glamour of her Vegas background she lives within. Who knows if they will catch on to her dark side beneath all that colour.
Her luck ran out in Vegas. She'd finally found a job as a "Shimmering Showgirl". It didn't promise riches but it'd pay the rent and essentials. After the first show, she received a bouquet of roses with a card that read, "You are phenomenal. Meet me at the bar after your second show". Walking into the bar, she saw him. Her ex. The man who tried to break her and ruin her life. He'd already destroyed her reputation in their small town. She tried to escape him but she knew it was only a matter of time before he found her. As her mind reeled thinking of an escape, a tall gentleman approached her and asked, "Did you like the roses"? She was taken aback. She nodded in the affirmative. He lead her to a table as her ex stared them down. The stranger said, "I have a business proposition for you. I have researched your background and I want to offer you a position in my firm in New York. The Showgirl whispered, "I'm very uncomfortable here...". The stranger said, "I know about your ex husband. I know the abuse you've suffered. I know he's staring at us right now. I also know you have a degree from Princeton, you're a very hard worker and most of all you care about people. I'm offering you a position in my company to help other domestic violence survivors attain education and work skills to help them as they try to rebuild their lives. You will live in a private building with round the clock security. The women that you will help will also have apartments there. It is my hope that you will join our team". "Why me?" she asked. He looked deep into her eyes and said, "Because our mother would have wanted it that way".
The Vegas Butcher 7am, the suns rising and not much left to prep in the kitchen for the day ahead. The local butcher always provided the finest cuts of meat for the restaurant which was more often than not filled with the most amiable mobsters in Vegas. Little did the Head Chef know, the Vegas Butcher was that very local and happened to come across the most sparkling of showgirls the previous evening. He loved the thrill of luring them in, dousing the girl with liquor as though to marinate the poor girl before his ongoing ritual of murder and fillet. He carefully wrapped his cuts in newspaper to deliver. And discard of the sparkly leftovers as though just another animal. The Vegas Butcher carried on his onslaught until the day a mobster found a sequin on his steak, after that, business went bad and as nobody was innocent, none could turn him in. Who knows what neighbourhood his fine cuts appear in now.
A Young showman named Sheldon, sat upon a stool his hair was netted back and his eyes closed. Stood in front of him was a flirtatious flapper Lyssa was her name, was applying the last few touches too Sheldon’s makeup. As Sheldon opened his eyes he took a large gasp at the transformation he had gone through “oh sister dearest you have made me so beautiful” he would then pull lyssa into his arms holding and hugging her careful not too smudge the make-up. -Sheldon had a secret and if anyone found out well he would be out a job as well as no home. You see only lyssa knew his most darkest secret.-Lyssa held her brother before ushering him behind a changing wall and when Sheldon came back around he was no longer a showman but an absolutely stunning long legged green and silver haired showgirl. This side too him was named Rain. This was Rain the showgirl. A drag Queen. Nobody could make it out either. Sheldon had such a feminine body a body that stirred at the head and hearts of every Amiable Mobster. Imagine what their faces would look like if they realised their entertainment...was really a man in drag. Would they Kill? Or would they continue too fall in Love with this Stranger?
She stared down the corridor. Her expression was blank, but her eyes can tell a thousand words. The room number in clear view, 2877. “Hey, we are going to be late.” A brisk voice cutting the silence. She blinks and turns her head towards the voice, “You have a hot date or something?” Blair is her name. Blair walks past him to knock twice at the door next to room 2877. Locks are shifting. There’s no turning back now. A single silhouette comes into view with a whisper, “I’ve been expecting you.” She feels determined as the individual invites her in. Blair doesn’t hesitate to ask why she has been summoned before sitting on the couch. You don’t talk to her unless it is beneficial. A group of three gathering around as one speaks, “I don’t think this was a good idea. He’s dangerous.” She laughs right before he snickers and cuts her off. “Hey! I’m serious. Sergio is one of the most powerful mobsters around. No one messes with him.” She pulls off her feathered hat, setting it down on the table before approaching him. Blair continues to laugh. She wipes the tears from laughing so much before patting his suit delicately. She then replies, “Who said Sergio is a he?” 5 minutes later, she nonchalantly walked into an elevator with no one and nothing but her feathered hat in her hand as she whistled down to the lobby.