Don Juan's collection of available vices was shrinking, but the Velvet Veil was one of the few establishments that still had plenty of entertainment on offer. Even without the temptation of drugs or the promise of a night full of drinking, there was usually something that could hold his attention up on the stage... and when there wasn't, there was certainly someone to hold his attention seated somewhere in the club. Tonight he'd found himself more interested in the company than the performance. The writhing of the snakes was a little unsettling, if he was being honest (which of course he seldom was, even with himself); the blond at the table who had laced her corset so tightly her breasts had practically become a shelf was a much more enticing option. She was here to meet someone else, but he shrugged that off and bought her a drink and charmed his way into the spot beside her at the booth. He regaled her with half a dozen stories, one or two of which were true. By the time she'd finished the first drink and he'd waved the waitstaff for another she had stopped protesting about the person she was actually here to meet and was leaning up against his side and fluttering her eyelashes at him and giggling.
"Dempsey," someone growled, and Don Juan barely had time to glance over his shoulder before that same someone had laid hands on him and hauled him up out of the booth. The man she was actually here to meet, presumably, finally arrived and none too pleased to find his affair partner heads-down with someone else. Perhaps someone else might have been given a chance to explain themselves, but Don Juan's reputation proceeded him; there were no mistaking his intentions in buying drinks for pretty women at a club like this. The interloper spat out a threat that would have made a sailor blush and shoved Don Juan back from the table rather roughly. Don Juan hadn't even had a chance to get his feet under him yet and went sprawling, directly into the waiter who had been bringing the woman's second drink. The drink went splattering onto another patron's shirt, followed by the waiter's tray, followed by Don Juan.
"Well, listen," Don Juan protested, still focused on the gentleman who had shoved him even as he threw an arm around the man he'd been thrown in to in an effort to regain his balance. "You ought to be thanking me for keeping her entertained while you ran late. She might've up and left by now, languishing that long on her own. Not especially gentleman-ly of you," he chided. He wasn't especially keen to get himself into a fight tonight, but he had to put up a bit of a show for the sake of his pride. And if he managed to get out of this making the other man look more foolish than him, he might come back and find the blond here again tomorrow night, without the interruption.
"Dempsey," someone growled, and Don Juan barely had time to glance over his shoulder before that same someone had laid hands on him and hauled him up out of the booth. The man she was actually here to meet, presumably, finally arrived and none too pleased to find his affair partner heads-down with someone else. Perhaps someone else might have been given a chance to explain themselves, but Don Juan's reputation proceeded him; there were no mistaking his intentions in buying drinks for pretty women at a club like this. The interloper spat out a threat that would have made a sailor blush and shoved Don Juan back from the table rather roughly. Don Juan hadn't even had a chance to get his feet under him yet and went sprawling, directly into the waiter who had been bringing the woman's second drink. The drink went splattering onto another patron's shirt, followed by the waiter's tray, followed by Don Juan.
"Well, listen," Don Juan protested, still focused on the gentleman who had shoved him even as he threw an arm around the man he'd been thrown in to in an effort to regain his balance. "You ought to be thanking me for keeping her entertained while you ran late. She might've up and left by now, languishing that long on her own. Not especially gentleman-ly of you," he chided. He wasn't especially keen to get himself into a fight tonight, but he had to put up a bit of a show for the sake of his pride. And if he managed to get out of this making the other man look more foolish than him, he might come back and find the blond here again tomorrow night, without the interruption.
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