"Oh honey, it's just whiskey and blues. Nothing wrong with that. C'mon honey pie the night is young and we have forever."

Haven dark eyes flickered with the last words that fell from the young redhead's lips. Ruby didn't have a lick of knowledge or sense.

Forever.

And Ever.

There was far much of a constant.

A shake of head at the little flapper as she breathed out a huff of breath.

A breath of frustration that sent the forelock of cream to shudder. Unmovable.

Unstoppable.

The whiskey burned her tongue when that whisper came to her ear and she threw the cards down.

Full Suit of Spades.

The black velvet sigil of Trouble.

So this will be the next to take your place... I didn't think Red was your color

No. Surely not. Red stood out too much against the pale cream and ghost riot.

Red. Black and White.

She was far from being the gory zebra queen.

A gnawing at the end of the cigar and she breathed out O's of smoke.

Who are you she wanted to ask herself.

Like the Caterpillar having a sweet conversation with Alice.

Who are you...

Ever.

Ever. Ever.

She couldn't even wince anymore when she heard the pained scream from Ruby.

The anguished sound of horror when the lovely little dancer slipped from the stage mid charleston.

Ruby's neck was twisted at a horrid angle.

Even the arm of a clock couldn't hit that thirteenth hour at such an angle.

Ever had lost the taste for the game.

Lost the taste for the cigar.

Lost the flavor for life as it came more and more apparent to her...

It was becoming so much easier.

Welcome to the Roaring 20's...

Tonight she was Ethereal and Spiritual.

Savage and Chaotic

Just A Ghost Lion waiting to Roar.