Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-5583506-20180529195530

A cab passed the masses in protest outside the capitol, the driver slowed down to make sure that no protester would spontaneously rush out in the middle of the road only to get run over.

"You okay back there, miss?" he asked the young woman looking out the window.

"Nothing I haven't seen before", she replied. "I am fine."

"It's a fucking... ehrm... pardon the language, miss. It's a bloody disgrace what the govs does, is what it is. If I didn't have a family to feed, I would be glad to be out there to help these people out." He then held himself back from saying anything else, glancing at the rearview mirror to examine the passenger's expression. "You Canadian, miss?"

"Canadian citizenship. I am from England, originally."

"Ah..." he said. "Well, that makes you just as much a victim as the rest of us folks born here. Because the Americans doesn't give two shi... doesn't care about us." He angrily honked at two young men backing out in the middle of the road with placards in hand. They grimaced at him and made annoyed gestures with their hands before walking back up on the sidewalk. "Idiots", he mumbled. "Just because you are pissed, doesn't mean you have to make life even more miserable for the rest of us."

He then glanced back up at her reflection again. "You look... familiar", he said. "You some sort of celebrity or something?"

She seemed flattered. "Not at all. I am a singer down at a club."

"Oh yeah?" he said curiously. "Which club?"

"The Rouge Drape."

He snapped with his fingers. "That's from where I know you! I usually pick up and drop people off there every now and then. Your face is usually printed on the posters outside. Strange that I haven't given you a ride earlier."

"I tend to stick around for a while longer after most of the people have left. Don't like to draw too much attention to myself. I have several admirers among the regulars who more than likely would get to know me... personally."

"I bet", he shrugged. "You look lovely by the way, miss. If that isn't too bold of me to say?"

"Not at all", she said. "Thank you."

"Anytime, miss", he said, tipping his driver cap. "You going there tonight?"

She nodded. "First, I need to purchase a couple of things. Some American soldiers will be attending there tonight. Need to look my best for our captors, no?" she said jokingly, but she could tell that he caught the bitterness of her statement.

He just nodded in understanding. "I get it, miss. I hope you knock them dead with your singing."

"So do I", she smiled. "So do I."