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Prompt 325 That's Life - "Chance of Fate" - Original
Title: Chance of Fate
Prompt: #325 That's Life
Fandom: Endeavorous (Original)
Character(s): Brinley Dempsey & Richard Green
Pairing(s): Richard x Brinley
Genre(s): Comedy & Drama
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,057
Summary: Brinley hates being uncomfortable, and Mr.Green has just made matters worse by showing up
Chance of Fate
Brinley felt uncomfortable in this large and far too decorated room. The fancy dresses were enough to tie her stomach in knots, but the ornate table-scapes? The crafted shrimp platter? Why so much for a simple occasion?
While well-dressed folk mingled, chatted and delighted in the luxurious atmosphere, Brinley hid herself away in a corner next to a three level topiary, hoping to eventually slip out without being noticed. The party was going just fine without her, and if it hadn’t been for Lara dragging her along, she wouldn’t even be at said party.
She heaved a sigh and stared down into her glass of champagne, frowning at it and its bitter taste that was still lingering on her tongue. She never noticed the shadow that was looming over her.
“I don’t care much for the stuff either,” Richard Green the gambler spoke, snapping her attention to him instantly, nearly dropping her glass in the process. “It’s too bubbly and doesn’t stay with you.”
Brinley looked up at him, eyes demoralized and even less interested in being present at the ball knowing he was in attendance. “Spoken from plenty of experience, I’m sure,” she replied daringly.
Mr. Green chuckled and took the glass from her, brought it to his lips and spoke again. “You think that just because I’m a gambling man that I’m automatically a bad person, don’t you?” He grinned broadly when her hand reached to snatch the flute back, but fell short due to their differences in height. “Maybe I am, but you’ve got me all wrong, Brinley.”
“Don’t call me that,” Brinley snapped, taking the glass back and defiantly drank all of the contents before he could. Her throat burned and tensed from the sensation of the bitter beverage attacking it so quickly.
He chuckled again, took the glass from her and set it on the table nearby. “So sorry, Miss Dempsey, just thought I’d try to clean up my reputation with you, since you’ve only seen one side of me.”
When he reached inside his blazer pocket to draw up the cigarette to his lips, he caught her irritated gaze and stopped. “That’s probably the only decent side you have that’s worth showing to anyone.”
Mr. Green sighed, but kept his smile, no doubt disgusting her and making her insides twitch uncomfortably. “Would you like to dance, Miss Dempsey? It’d be an opportunity to show you one of my ‘less decent’ sides you claim I have.”
“I didn’t say they were less decent, I just assumed you had nothing worth my time.” Brinley snarled, turning her head the other direction to try and find Lara somewhere in the crowd.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, taking her by the arm to drag into the center of the room. She tried to resist him, but his powerful and more dominant structure had her beat from the start.
“I don’t dance.” Brinley said plainly, looking repulsed by this display, but inside she was fretting. She knew she had two left feet – how would they be able to keep up with Mr. Tall on this crowded dance floor?
Mr. Green’s arm then cradled itself perfectly into the small of her back, his other arm extending outward with hers. “How fortunate for you then – I do.”
A step to the side had her following out of pure rage to try and surpass his skills, maddened that he would pull such a stunt with her. “You’re nothing but a scoundrel, aren’t you, Mr. Green?”
He spun her gracefully and replied, “And you can’t stand the fact that I am a scoundrel.” She snapped back into him, the proximity making her face turn hot. “And that you like me because I am one.”
Brinley scoffed and quickly started move in her own direction, attempting to force him to follow her lead, but she failed miserably and tripped, only to be saved by his smooth skill of wrapping an arm around her waist to bring her back into proper form. Scowling, she returned to the matter at hand. “You couldn’t be more wrong, Mr. Green. It’s because you’re a scoundrel that I can’t stand to be around you.”
“What is it about me that makes you think I’m so bad then, huh?” He asked, connecting a series of steps to bring them into the center of the dancing hall.
“Your entire life is dependent on spending other peoples’ money, which in turn leads you to spend that money on the efforts of others that you have no role in.” Brinley said bluntly, following along with this dance routine as long as she had to. “You don’t appreciate the horses and the risks they take to prove their strength. You just like the sum of money you get when they cross the finishing marker.”
After twirling her again, Mr. Green sighed and spoke, “Oh that’s all it is, Miss Dempsey. I don’t care about anyone but myself.”
“Don’t be sarcastic with me,” Brinley retorted.
“I’m not being sarcastic, just completely honest.” When he dipped her down to conclude the song, he noted how red her face had become again, but he didn’t smile this time. “You know something, Brinley, maybe you’re not so good a person yourself. Yeah, you’re working with the horses to bring them back into society again, but besides that, you’ve got nothing going for you that you know how to use.”
He brought her back up and continued, all the while looking her dead in the eye. “You’re a beautiful woman with a lot of skills, except those skills aren’t doing anything to help you in this room right now. Did it ever occur to you that the reason I gamble on these horses is because I want to invest in a future for my family? Did it dawn on you that perhaps that I want the horses to come back, too? Or, by some cruel chance of fate, did you realize that the reason I came tonight was to see you and get to know you? Well, that last one was a successful mission. I know you better than I think you know yourself.”
And with that, he walked away, leaving her stunned on the dance floor with the quiet murmurs of the crowd surrounding her until the music returned.
Prompt: #325 That's Life
Fandom: Endeavorous (Original)
Character(s): Brinley Dempsey & Richard Green
Pairing(s): Richard x Brinley
Genre(s): Comedy & Drama
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,057
Summary: Brinley hates being uncomfortable, and Mr.Green has just made matters worse by showing up
Brinley felt uncomfortable in this large and far too decorated room. The fancy dresses were enough to tie her stomach in knots, but the ornate table-scapes? The crafted shrimp platter? Why so much for a simple occasion?
While well-dressed folk mingled, chatted and delighted in the luxurious atmosphere, Brinley hid herself away in a corner next to a three level topiary, hoping to eventually slip out without being noticed. The party was going just fine without her, and if it hadn’t been for Lara dragging her along, she wouldn’t even be at said party.
She heaved a sigh and stared down into her glass of champagne, frowning at it and its bitter taste that was still lingering on her tongue. She never noticed the shadow that was looming over her.
“I don’t care much for the stuff either,” Richard Green the gambler spoke, snapping her attention to him instantly, nearly dropping her glass in the process. “It’s too bubbly and doesn’t stay with you.”
Brinley looked up at him, eyes demoralized and even less interested in being present at the ball knowing he was in attendance. “Spoken from plenty of experience, I’m sure,” she replied daringly.
Mr. Green chuckled and took the glass from her, brought it to his lips and spoke again. “You think that just because I’m a gambling man that I’m automatically a bad person, don’t you?” He grinned broadly when her hand reached to snatch the flute back, but fell short due to their differences in height. “Maybe I am, but you’ve got me all wrong, Brinley.”
“Don’t call me that,” Brinley snapped, taking the glass back and defiantly drank all of the contents before he could. Her throat burned and tensed from the sensation of the bitter beverage attacking it so quickly.
He chuckled again, took the glass from her and set it on the table nearby. “So sorry, Miss Dempsey, just thought I’d try to clean up my reputation with you, since you’ve only seen one side of me.”
When he reached inside his blazer pocket to draw up the cigarette to his lips, he caught her irritated gaze and stopped. “That’s probably the only decent side you have that’s worth showing to anyone.”
Mr. Green sighed, but kept his smile, no doubt disgusting her and making her insides twitch uncomfortably. “Would you like to dance, Miss Dempsey? It’d be an opportunity to show you one of my ‘less decent’ sides you claim I have.”
“I didn’t say they were less decent, I just assumed you had nothing worth my time.” Brinley snarled, turning her head the other direction to try and find Lara somewhere in the crowd.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, taking her by the arm to drag into the center of the room. She tried to resist him, but his powerful and more dominant structure had her beat from the start.
“I don’t dance.” Brinley said plainly, looking repulsed by this display, but inside she was fretting. She knew she had two left feet – how would they be able to keep up with Mr. Tall on this crowded dance floor?
Mr. Green’s arm then cradled itself perfectly into the small of her back, his other arm extending outward with hers. “How fortunate for you then – I do.”
A step to the side had her following out of pure rage to try and surpass his skills, maddened that he would pull such a stunt with her. “You’re nothing but a scoundrel, aren’t you, Mr. Green?”
He spun her gracefully and replied, “And you can’t stand the fact that I am a scoundrel.” She snapped back into him, the proximity making her face turn hot. “And that you like me because I am one.”
Brinley scoffed and quickly started move in her own direction, attempting to force him to follow her lead, but she failed miserably and tripped, only to be saved by his smooth skill of wrapping an arm around her waist to bring her back into proper form. Scowling, she returned to the matter at hand. “You couldn’t be more wrong, Mr. Green. It’s because you’re a scoundrel that I can’t stand to be around you.”
“What is it about me that makes you think I’m so bad then, huh?” He asked, connecting a series of steps to bring them into the center of the dancing hall.
“Your entire life is dependent on spending other peoples’ money, which in turn leads you to spend that money on the efforts of others that you have no role in.” Brinley said bluntly, following along with this dance routine as long as she had to. “You don’t appreciate the horses and the risks they take to prove their strength. You just like the sum of money you get when they cross the finishing marker.”
After twirling her again, Mr. Green sighed and spoke, “Oh that’s all it is, Miss Dempsey. I don’t care about anyone but myself.”
“Don’t be sarcastic with me,” Brinley retorted.
“I’m not being sarcastic, just completely honest.” When he dipped her down to conclude the song, he noted how red her face had become again, but he didn’t smile this time. “You know something, Brinley, maybe you’re not so good a person yourself. Yeah, you’re working with the horses to bring them back into society again, but besides that, you’ve got nothing going for you that you know how to use.”
He brought her back up and continued, all the while looking her dead in the eye. “You’re a beautiful woman with a lot of skills, except those skills aren’t doing anything to help you in this room right now. Did it ever occur to you that the reason I gamble on these horses is because I want to invest in a future for my family? Did it dawn on you that perhaps that I want the horses to come back, too? Or, by some cruel chance of fate, did you realize that the reason I came tonight was to see you and get to know you? Well, that last one was a successful mission. I know you better than I think you know yourself.”
And with that, he walked away, leaving her stunned on the dance floor with the quiet murmurs of the crowd surrounding her until the music returned.