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05 August 2005 @ 01:46 pm
If I could kill someone and get away with it....  
She’d gotten away with murder once in her life already, so Velma Kelly didn’t think it would be too much of a problem to finally get rid of the thorn in her side known as Roxy Hart. Ever since the peroxide blonde bitch had gone found herself on Murderer’s Row, Velma had hated her, and it still made her want to puke every night when they did their big double killer review. Her deep chocolate colored eyes narrowed towards where Roxy was flirting with one of their agents at the restaurant table. She knew she was flirting with him when Roxy’s silk covered foot got tangled with Velma’s on the way up the very handsome man’s calf. Bitch never did know when to keep her hands or feet to herself.

Velma took a long drag off her cigarette, smiling as she pictured putting it out in one of Roxy’s baby blues, then strangling her with her own beads. Roxy was cheating on her new hubby, and that was one thing that Velma could not stand. She’d been cheated on by her husband with her own sister. She’d seen red long before their blood was covering her hands. She might be a cabaret singer, but she weren’t no whore. She flirted. She drank, and she smoked. But she did not cheat on anyone she was married to. Roxy didn’t have anymore morals than an alley cat in heat with kittens sucking off her scrawny tits.

“Eddie,” she purred sliding her fingers up under his chin. She wasn’t married. There was no reason she had to flirt with him under the tablecloth. Bending forward Velma planted a kiss on the dark haired Irish boy with dimples that had stolen her heart. “Why don’t we leave the love birds alone? I’m sure that Pete wants to spend some time with his wife.”

“But,” Roxy pouted wiggling her padded tits at Eddie, and glared at Velma. “We was all going to have a nice dinner together.”

“Don’t wait up for us, Roxy,” Velma said grabbing her fur coat and Eddie’s arm. “Eddie and I are going dancing. You two enjoy the rest of your honeymoon.”

While they danced, Velma nibbled on Eddie’s ear. “Eddie, don’t you think it’s time I took my act solo? I mean Roxy should be thinking about Pete, and making a family with him. She should settle down and make babies. I know it’s what Pete wants. He told me.”

“That sounds ok, Velma,” he said as he pulled her close in his embrace. “But Roxy don’t want to retire.”

“Well, maybe I’ll find a way to persuade her then,” Velma said her eyes partially closed while she plotted how to get Pete to kill his cheating whore of a wife, thus ending her problems without getting blood on her hands again. She never wanted to have to face the hangman again. She just had to make sure that Eddie wasn’t the guy that Pete found in bed with Roxy. She licked her lips as a brilliant idea came to her. “Wonder how Amos is doing? I bet he really misses Roxy.”

Velma Kelly
Fandom: Chicago the movie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 522
to kill or not to kill?: cheerfulcheerful