"Alright my favourite girls. How's it hanging? Perky, I 'ope!" Georgie slyly grinned as he wrapped both arms around their necks, clinging to both women as he looked into their faces. He saw no love there. No, these broads hated him. Too bad they couldn't whine to anyone about it, huh? Inwardly, he smiled. They were in the palm of his hand. "What, no love for old Georgie?" He asked Nerissa, putting on the pretence of being put out. He turned his head to Briar Rose and drew her closer, "Come on. Give us a kiss. Just one kiss." He teased, leaning in to the skinny broad and puckering his lips. He wouldn't be surprised if her distaste turned to fear. He knew what a single one of his kisses could do. Oh yes, he did.<br/><br/>Georgie released their shoulders and in one sweeping motion, clapped their arses. He gave them both an equal squeeze, then loudly announced: "I'm just fucking with you both! Hellfire. You both looked like someone pissed in your cornflakes. Save me a go on that, will you?" He nodded down at the joint.<br/><br/>Georgie humped himself up onto Briar Rose's make-up counter. He knocked over a perfume bottle in the process. "Sorry about that, love." His sinewy, tattooed arms tensed up as he lounged back, bobbing an ankle boot idly. Had he been twenty years younger... And had a different personality altogether, Georgie would have been a catch. Of course, Georgie still thought he<i>was</i>a catch, that's what made him so dangerously fucking arrogant.<br/><br/>"Now what was I here fer... Ah, right. Nerissa, sweetheart. I need you to do me a solid and take the new girl onto the main stage tonight." He flipped a smile her way. "Now, don't look at me like that. We both know there's nothing else you'd rather be doing."<br/><br/>Georgie took the flask out of his jacket pocket and had a swig. "I want a particularly filthy display tonight, Nessa. I want every bloke in that bar crossing their legs and lying to their wives about where they've been tonight... Whilst still trying to hide their stiffy, that they've<i>still</i>got going." He nodded, his head bobbing like one of those backseat toys. "I expect an even two hundred, from<i>both</i>of you. You've got the stage for an hour. If she doesn't pull her weight, it's on you,<i>Princess</i>."<br/><br/>Georgie eased himself off Briar's desk. "You might want to pick out an outfit for her, too." Georgie suggested. "I like red." He hinted as he passed by the two women, patting Briar's bony hip on the way. She had always been a bit skinny for his liking, but those<i>feet. </i>Georgie loved 'em. One of these days, he'd get a moment alone with them and a decent pair of heels. He leaned by her ear and whispered, "Noticed you're struggling lately. Come by my office during Nessa's performance. Might be we can work somethin' out that benefits the both of us." Georgie smiled down at her and gave her hip a subtle squeeze.<br/><br/>With that, Georgie strode out of the room with an overly aristocratic gait to his step. Adding to it, he even whistled<i>God Save The Queen </i>in a jaunty manner.