A humid breeze gently blows through the old oak trees surrounding Jackson Square as street performers, artists, and colorful tarot card readers slowly start setting up for the day.
'It's going to be a steamy day, great,' is the thought of a young lady that hurriedly exits Cafe Du Monde with hands full of coffee and bag of freshly made beignets. Pausing at the light, she glanced both ways before hurrying across with the wonderful aroma of the hot beignets wafting about her. She was so used to the delicious smell that it no longer made her hungry; these, after all, were for the people on the movie set over on Royal Street.
Dressed in black shorts with a white and black horizontal striped sleeveless shirt and her converse shoes, Emily hurries on by the artists and tarot card readers pleasantly smiling and nodding hello as she passed heading toward the landmark Jackson Square Cathedral. Very few tourists had stirred from their slumber of nights of excess and the few that were out were interested in pictures of the Cathedral in the early morning light. She paid them no mind as she moved past to where a couple of trailers were stationed off to the side of Royal Street, smiling at a few people working on the film crew then handing out a few of the coffees she had as someone asked her to deliver a package to a trailer quickly; her reply is a chirper of course. As she moves toward the trailer, a person hollers for her to hurry up causing her to roll her eyes.
Emily rushed into the makeup trailer to deliver a package for the cosmetic artist and some sweets from the café in the French Quarter.
Knowing that some of the people on set had never been here, "Hello," Emily called out, "I brought you your package and some treats." Closing the door to the trailer with her slim hip, she then walked to the makeup counters and set everything down.
"Well thank you," a stern-looking older woman responded as she applied makeup to a dark-haired man. "You didn't have to bring me treats; I don't bite. By the way, that's the fastest I've gotten anything around here," she smiled at Emily as she turned looking into the bag of sweets. "What's your name dear, I'll have to have them send you around?" She smiled watching the woman then glanced in the mirror as she answered, ' Emily Craven.'
Noticing the dark haired man was Johnny Depp, she quickly looked back at the makeup artist: "Well just holler and I'll come running all this week."
The woman looked up as she nibbled on a sweet: "Oh my... Johnny you must have one of these; they're wonderful! Now young lady, why just this week?"
Emily shifted nervously then laughed lightly at the older woman: "Careful they are addictive. Oh! I'm doing the mermaid thing at the aquarium." Feeling him watching her, that made her even more nervous.
"Well hmmm... I need to be hopping along. Ya'll have a good day." Turning she met Johnny's eyes for a moment then smiled as she hurried on out the trailer. Johnny smiled as he watched her leave the trailer noticing her pretty little behind; nothing like the models and actresses: she wasn't as thin but more lean and looked like she worked out, much healthier than most women he'd seen lately.
Later that night at Pirates Alley in New Orleans, Emily, with the worst date in history of mankind, entered the small bar at the corner.
"Look I'll just wait here for Annabelle since we don't seem to be hitting it off very well," she said politely to a brown-haired man in tan pants and a polo shirt. In truth, she was desperate to get rid of the man, with so many of her friends at the bar she felt safer there than going back to her hotel with him following her.
"Look bitch, you owe me," he grabbed for her arm and at about that time she bumped into a large man as she tried moving out of the awful man's way.
"Hey, watch it lady!" said the man whom seemed to be a bodyguard.
"Sorry, this man is being rude," with that she turned to the blond scoundrel: "Fuck off, I owe you nothing."
The ruffian glared at her as the large man looked at the smaller blond guy.
"Back off, don't cause problems mister."
"I'll get you bitch...remember you owe me." Emily's date stormed out of the small bar.
She took a deep breath "Thank you, I think I owe you a drink."
"No miss you don't, just move over." The large man moved her a little further down the bar. Annabelle a beautiful woman with long hair red hair spoke up.
"You needn't worry about her she's cool. Come on Emily what do you want to drink?"
Emily let out a sigh, "Lord, ah...how about the new Kraken rum with coke?"
Annabelle smiled: "Getting drunk now huh?" Emily pulled her long blond hair out of the bun it was in so it flowed down her back.
"Hell yeah! That was the worst date in history."
Annabelle handed her the drink: "Please just shoot me next time." As she shook out the last of her hair it reached the lower part of her back. She then took a large gulp of the beverage wincing a bit.
"Are you ok?" a man with dark brown shaggy hair asked.
"Oh yeah just a bad date," she answered turning to face the man while taking a smaller sip of her drink, "Annabelle just start a tab for me." Then, she looked up at the man since he stood taller than she.
"Don't worry about it; It's on me." She looked up at him realizing who it was: Johnny Depp.
"Oh! I couldn't do that."
