La Cherries

The last drops of rain had only started to fall when the pedestrian had rushed into the small cove that the tired red awning outside of La Cherries offered. The establishment was not one that the pedestrian would usually enter into and it was rare for him to be in the vicinity of the bawdy house or even in this area but something in particular had called him into the neighbourhood that had to be paid attention to most immediately. He would have to wait til the rain to abate though because it would be unacceptable for him to arrive at his destination looking like a wet and bedraggled dog, first impressions were so important. As he lingered under the awning another man also approached his position and rather than using the cove for a place to seek dryness used the door instead, another valued customer of La Cherries. The pedestrian glanced sideways at the man and in return for his curiosity received a snippet of view of the inside of the building through the already closing door. Before it fully closed though he heard a catcall from one of the girls beckoning him inside, he hesitated and considered the proposition. Thankfully though the rain was ceasing and before anybody inside could come out to him and repeat the request he darted off into the street. He needed to be somewhere, people were waiting for him. Perhaps it was best that he had not gone inside for if he had taken of his great big black coat and revealed the costume that layered itself around his body they may have received a shock. It was as black night and ran longer than the coat did, only to stop and expose some bright shiny shoes. At the top of this strange costume that swathed itself all the way to his neck was a strip of white that covered only a few inches of cloth but meant so much more. Perhaps he would return though. La Cherries could be quite warm on these cold days. So very warm.