DELILAH BLANC |LOTTIE ANDREW
Lottie couldn't help but nod and smile as Dod dragged her off to this Presidential cabin. She hadn't been planning on accepting the invite when Theo had first invited her, but something in her made Lottie not want to refuse Dod. So she went along with it, hesitantly but willingly.
Once inside, Lottie was beginning to feel the nervousness and regret creep in. There were awful lot of people she didn't recognize, the music was loud, and she didn't have any of her books to keep her company. So she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and calmly thought, It's okay. This is for Dod. When she opened her eyes, she immediately set to work finding an open seat, which she was struggling with.
When Delilah had first boarded her train to London, she never would have thought that she'd run into so many of her old friends.
The first of these friends being Theo Monke, a fellow musician she had met the year prior. The two performers had bumped into each other in the hallway and now Delilah has found herself in a presidential cabin with good music, drinks, new friends, and all the ciggies she could ever want. It was a few minutes in when she met old friend number two.
When two new women had entered the cabin, Delilah barely spared the pair a passing glance before she returned to the conversation she was having with one of the other gentlemen in the room. Only when she heard a certain name did the new arrivals catch her attention. She quickly excused herself from the conversation, stood from her seat, and walked towards Theo and the others.
"It's Lottie, actually. Just Lottie," the blonde one had said to Theo and Huey, but Delilah wasn't paying her much mind. It was the brunette that she was focused on.
"So sorry to interrupt, gents, ladies," Delilah said with a slight playful tone, resting a thin hand gently on Theo's shoulder as she approached the group, "I must have misheard, Dod Freeman you said? There wouldn't happen to be a Dorothy before it, would it?" She asked in her soft, lilting voice, and a cheerful smile on her face. She held out her other hand to the brunette as she introduced herself, "Delilah Blanc. You may have heard of me?"
Once inside, Lottie was beginning to feel the nervousness and regret creep in. There were awful lot of people she didn't recognize, the music was loud, and she didn't have any of her books to keep her company. So she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and calmly thought, It's okay. This is for Dod. When she opened her eyes, she immediately set to work finding an open seat, which she was struggling with.
When Delilah had first boarded her train to London, she never would have thought that she'd run into so many of her old friends.
The first of these friends being Theo Monke, a fellow musician she had met the year prior. The two performers had bumped into each other in the hallway and now Delilah has found herself in a presidential cabin with good music, drinks, new friends, and all the ciggies she could ever want. It was a few minutes in when she met old friend number two.
When two new women had entered the cabin, Delilah barely spared the pair a passing glance before she returned to the conversation she was having with one of the other gentlemen in the room. Only when she heard a certain name did the new arrivals catch her attention. She quickly excused herself from the conversation, stood from her seat, and walked towards Theo and the others.
"It's Lottie, actually. Just Lottie," the blonde one had said to Theo and Huey, but Delilah wasn't paying her much mind. It was the brunette that she was focused on.
"So sorry to interrupt, gents, ladies," Delilah said with a slight playful tone, resting a thin hand gently on Theo's shoulder as she approached the group, "I must have misheard, Dod Freeman you said? There wouldn't happen to be a Dorothy before it, would it?" She asked in her soft, lilting voice, and a cheerful smile on her face. She held out her other hand to the brunette as she introduced herself, "Delilah Blanc. You may have heard of me?"