Chicago One Shot

You took a sip of your drink before weaving through the crowd over to the side of the stage where you knew that Velma would be exiting to retrieve any alcoholic beverage that she could get her hands on. As if on cue, she stepped down from the stage, her hand out towards you. You barely had to move the second glass before she had taken it and drunk every last drop of it.

"Thank you," she smiled. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"I have seen that routine so frequently, I could probably perform it," you said with a faux smile that Velma picked up on.

The two of you had been friends for years and you frequently joined her when she performed, such as tonight in the speakeasy that she had gotten a performance at a handful of times.

Velma pulled you in for a hug, pausing when her lips were by your ear. "What's wrong?"

She pulled away slightly to see you tilt back your head slightly and pointedly look off to offer a gesture towards one of the men stood nearby without him noticing that you were alarming anyone of his presence.

Whilst you had been waiting for Velma, and watching her performance, a gentleman had been being far too pushy for your liking and no matter how much you tried to get him to leave you alone, he continued to follow closely behind you. You didn't know how you were going to shake him, but you knew well enough that Velma wouldn't let any harm come to you and she helped you feel safe.

"Please get me away from him. He hasn't left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder."

She looked at the man over your shoulder before giving your arm a tight squeeze to help reassure you. Velma took your glass from your hand and drunk what was left of it with little effort nor care before discarding both of the glasses on the nearest table.

"Come backstage with me," she smiled, taking your hand to help lead you through the crowd.

You peered over your shoulder to see the man still following you but when you passed the stage into the limited access area his annoyance was evident on his face when he could no longer trail behind you. Velma continued to pull you by your hand into her dressing room, locking the door behind you to make sure you knew and felt safe.

"Thank you for being my saviour," you said, sitting down on her trunk of clothing that she had dragged from show to show.

"I'd never let such a creep hurt you. I'd go to jail before that happened."

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Written by Charlotte.

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