Post by Sloane Taylor on May 19, 2010 17:18:04 GMT -5
The year was 1958. The war was claiming good young soldiers left and right. Husbands, brothers and lovers were taken cruelly from good families. Nothing was ever going to be the same again.
[Cue 50s song and fancy old slide transition]
With perfectly coiffed hair, pearls adorning her milky white neck and a corsetted dress that made her the most stunning lady in the restaurant, Sloane Taylor sat in a booth as she awaited her lover's arrival. Nolan Ahlstrom was the man she knew she was going to marry. But the war was going to separate them, she knew it.
Tonight was going to be the last night she was going to persuade him to stay. Or run away with her where nobody expected gallant Nolan to serve the country. Sure it would paint him to be a coward but at least he would be alive. And he would be Sloane's husband. That was all she ever wanted.
Sweeping her hair to one side of her face, she craned her neck to look around the restaurant for the handsome young Nolan. "Wherever could he be?" Her raspy voice, fit for her role as a jazz singer in a downtown bar, slid out of her ruby lips. No one was listening of course. Wrapping her hand around the cold condensed glass filled with dark red liquid, she picked it up and set the rim to her lips to have a sip.
Cool to the touch, lips descended upon her bare neck and she instinctively leaned into the kisser, turning her head a little to capture his cheeks with her lips. "I was afraid you wouldn't show," her whisper filtered into the kisser's ears. A little smirk spread across his lips. "I would never miss the company of a dame so enchantingly beautiful."
The smile that had adorned the beautiful redhead's face dropped immediately for it wasn't her lover that had made her shiver but the man who had personally given the letter of conscription to Nolan in her presence with a smug smile on his face.
Tyler Durnham had been the bane of her existence ever since he came to Nolan's house with that damned letter. As he slid into the seat opposite hers with that smug smile on his face. She could just scream. He took off his hat and placed it between them. "Where is your lover boy?"
Sloane slid her arms over her chest and turned her face away in disgust. She refused to talk to him. He was the man who was tearing her away from the one person she ever trusted with her life. It had taken Nolan three years of courting and romancing before she gave in to his charms. And now they had to part? It wasn't fair.
"Now you know it's not my fault he has to serve the country, Miss Taylor." Tyler's slick voice was poison to Sloane's ears. "I was just providing the information of when your honey bun has to defend the country." The chuckle that followed the useless piece of information made Sloane turn to him before slapping a gloved hand across Tyler's cheek.
"How dare you laugh at our misgivings!" Sloane huffed before standing up to leave. She couldn't stand being near the slime any longer. But Tyler had different plans apparently as he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the seat. "Now you listen here, Miss Taylor. Right then I was gon' do you and your pretty boy a favour. Don't be slappin' me around for nothing."
Tyler looked calm and collected and even with a smile on his face as Sloane struggled to get loose from his grip. She eventually gave in and sat down. "What could you possibly gain from doing us a favour?"
"Now why do you have to be so cynical for? I don't have nothing to gain from this. I'm just helping out a dear old friend."
"I don't believe you."
Chuckling, Tyler leaned back into the booth. "I suppose I deserved that. But you have nothing to lose right now, Miss Taylor."
Contemplating on how true that was, Sloane decided to give Tyler the benefit of the doubt.
"Alright, alright, alright." Tyler chuckled easily before leaning forward on the table to look at Sloane properly. "You really do have pretty eyes so they say," he smiled and leaned back again on the chair. Sloane looked away, hot red flamed up her cheeks.
"I can get you and your handsome gentleman out of this country so you two can go and get hitched."
It surprised Sloane how he knew but she didn't question him just yet.
"Your silence means agreement."
"My silence means I'm giving you the time of day to explain what cock and bull you're trying to sell me, Mr Durnham." Sloane spat back.
"Touche...a beautiful girl with an equally beautiful tongue. I like that on a girl very much."
"Mr. Durnham!"
"Alright! I was just teasin'." Tyler threw his arm up in the air in defense. "On the condition that you entertain me for the rest of the week before your escape commences."
"I would never cheat on my Nolan!" Sloane cried in outrage. Why, the utter thought of being with another man when she had Nolan was completely absurd! And with Tyler Durnham! No way no how was she ever going to agree to such terms!
"It's either that or get a telegram for your lover's demise in a years' time. Your call, Miss Taylor."
Red hot tears spilled out of Sloane's eyes as she actually contemplated the scenario where she could...'entertain' such a man as Tyler Durnham just for the sake of being with her true love. She couldn't!
After a long moment of silence, Tyler sighed and shrugged. "I'll see you around, Miss Taylor." He got up to leave but Sloane grabbed his hand just as he was about to get his hat. "One week."
"One week." Tyler reassured her. The smile on his face proved to be sinister at best. "I'll be in touch, Miss Taylor." He got up and put on his hat, tipping it for her before leaving.
Along the way, he bumped into Nolan unknowingly as he walked down to see his beautiful lady friend. The smile he had on his face as he pocketed the ring box he had been playing with before his arrival when he saw the tears that had spilled down Sloane's cheeks.
"Pretty girl..." his deep rumbling voice echoed in Sloane's mind as she tried to block out the images she saw that could transpire in a few days time. She wiped away her tears and looked up to smile at her beloved. "Handsome." She stood up and pulled Nolan into a hug.
Nolan never asked why she was crying and she never said anything else.
[Special smoke effects and we see Sloane in her bed, tossing and turning]
She woke up and took deep breaths. "What the hell."
[Cue 50s song and fancy old slide transition]
With perfectly coiffed hair, pearls adorning her milky white neck and a corsetted dress that made her the most stunning lady in the restaurant, Sloane Taylor sat in a booth as she awaited her lover's arrival. Nolan Ahlstrom was the man she knew she was going to marry. But the war was going to separate them, she knew it.
Tonight was going to be the last night she was going to persuade him to stay. Or run away with her where nobody expected gallant Nolan to serve the country. Sure it would paint him to be a coward but at least he would be alive. And he would be Sloane's husband. That was all she ever wanted.
Sweeping her hair to one side of her face, she craned her neck to look around the restaurant for the handsome young Nolan. "Wherever could he be?" Her raspy voice, fit for her role as a jazz singer in a downtown bar, slid out of her ruby lips. No one was listening of course. Wrapping her hand around the cold condensed glass filled with dark red liquid, she picked it up and set the rim to her lips to have a sip.
Cool to the touch, lips descended upon her bare neck and she instinctively leaned into the kisser, turning her head a little to capture his cheeks with her lips. "I was afraid you wouldn't show," her whisper filtered into the kisser's ears. A little smirk spread across his lips. "I would never miss the company of a dame so enchantingly beautiful."
The smile that had adorned the beautiful redhead's face dropped immediately for it wasn't her lover that had made her shiver but the man who had personally given the letter of conscription to Nolan in her presence with a smug smile on his face.
Tyler Durnham had been the bane of her existence ever since he came to Nolan's house with that damned letter. As he slid into the seat opposite hers with that smug smile on his face. She could just scream. He took off his hat and placed it between them. "Where is your lover boy?"
Sloane slid her arms over her chest and turned her face away in disgust. She refused to talk to him. He was the man who was tearing her away from the one person she ever trusted with her life. It had taken Nolan three years of courting and romancing before she gave in to his charms. And now they had to part? It wasn't fair.
"Now you know it's not my fault he has to serve the country, Miss Taylor." Tyler's slick voice was poison to Sloane's ears. "I was just providing the information of when your honey bun has to defend the country." The chuckle that followed the useless piece of information made Sloane turn to him before slapping a gloved hand across Tyler's cheek.
"How dare you laugh at our misgivings!" Sloane huffed before standing up to leave. She couldn't stand being near the slime any longer. But Tyler had different plans apparently as he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the seat. "Now you listen here, Miss Taylor. Right then I was gon' do you and your pretty boy a favour. Don't be slappin' me around for nothing."
Tyler looked calm and collected and even with a smile on his face as Sloane struggled to get loose from his grip. She eventually gave in and sat down. "What could you possibly gain from doing us a favour?"
"Now why do you have to be so cynical for? I don't have nothing to gain from this. I'm just helping out a dear old friend."
"I don't believe you."
Chuckling, Tyler leaned back into the booth. "I suppose I deserved that. But you have nothing to lose right now, Miss Taylor."
Contemplating on how true that was, Sloane decided to give Tyler the benefit of the doubt.
"Alright, alright, alright." Tyler chuckled easily before leaning forward on the table to look at Sloane properly. "You really do have pretty eyes so they say," he smiled and leaned back again on the chair. Sloane looked away, hot red flamed up her cheeks.
"I can get you and your handsome gentleman out of this country so you two can go and get hitched."
It surprised Sloane how he knew but she didn't question him just yet.
"Your silence means agreement."
"My silence means I'm giving you the time of day to explain what cock and bull you're trying to sell me, Mr Durnham." Sloane spat back.
"Touche...a beautiful girl with an equally beautiful tongue. I like that on a girl very much."
"Mr. Durnham!"
"Alright! I was just teasin'." Tyler threw his arm up in the air in defense. "On the condition that you entertain me for the rest of the week before your escape commences."
"I would never cheat on my Nolan!" Sloane cried in outrage. Why, the utter thought of being with another man when she had Nolan was completely absurd! And with Tyler Durnham! No way no how was she ever going to agree to such terms!
"It's either that or get a telegram for your lover's demise in a years' time. Your call, Miss Taylor."
Red hot tears spilled out of Sloane's eyes as she actually contemplated the scenario where she could...'entertain' such a man as Tyler Durnham just for the sake of being with her true love. She couldn't!
After a long moment of silence, Tyler sighed and shrugged. "I'll see you around, Miss Taylor." He got up to leave but Sloane grabbed his hand just as he was about to get his hat. "One week."
"One week." Tyler reassured her. The smile on his face proved to be sinister at best. "I'll be in touch, Miss Taylor." He got up and put on his hat, tipping it for her before leaving.
Along the way, he bumped into Nolan unknowingly as he walked down to see his beautiful lady friend. The smile he had on his face as he pocketed the ring box he had been playing with before his arrival when he saw the tears that had spilled down Sloane's cheeks.
"Pretty girl..." his deep rumbling voice echoed in Sloane's mind as she tried to block out the images she saw that could transpire in a few days time. She wiped away her tears and looked up to smile at her beloved. "Handsome." She stood up and pulled Nolan into a hug.
Nolan never asked why she was crying and she never said anything else.
[Special smoke effects and we see Sloane in her bed, tossing and turning]
She woke up and took deep breaths. "What the hell."
