Her elbow pressed into the bar as she leaned her weight against the counter, swearing to herself that she was too sober for this ****, and feeling very much out of place. Not because she looked it, no, look wise she fit in perfectly. Women all around her were dressed up in floor length gowns and jewels that could have come from royalty for all she knew, and she fit in. Though it was a relatively cool day in Sicily, she still had chosen to go with something that bared her toned and tanned arms. She had come 'home' needing to get away from the city that she truly knew as home for this... palace. Isabeau had pretty much failed her father, but she didn't feel in danger. No, just uncomfortable.
The dress fit her like a glove, fell down and flowed to the floor like water and was the color of the Aegean sea. The heels - god she hated them - were slippery, making her all the more conscious when walking, especially on the slippery Italian marble floors that seemed to line the entire house. She had already been caught by several men, many of them her 'guards', and she was none to pleased about being touched by them. Even if they were keeping her from falling on her ***.
"You're drink, Signora..." Her blue eyes shifted to the bartender and then flutter a little as she nodded a thanks to him and took her Pieropan Soave Classico La Rocca, sipping it slowly. She was more of a Whiskey or Bourbon girl but the wine was good enough. Perhaps it was just the Italian snob that she kept stamped way, way, way down that was enjoying it, but she couldn't complain. Well, she could, and she most likely would - later - but for now, she needed to get out. There was too much wealth around her, too much that was pretty tempting to steal, but she was sure that would end very badly for her. Why she was here in the first place she didn't know... just that she needed the escape.
As she sipped the wine she walked away from the party and headed for her room, needing to get out of the expensive dress and back into things that she rather wear. Like a tank top and her cargo pants. The men followed her but then stopped outside her door and flanked it like the guards they were. She needed to get the hell away from them as well.
Once she was once again comfortable in her own clothes, she glanced around the room. Finishing off the wine, Bo smirked and looked to the window and the huge patio that it opened onto. She already knew that she could get out that way, she had done it before. So that was her exit and soon she was heading towards the garage where she had had one of her cars from home flown over so that she could drive it here. There were races, she heard, that they had and she was really in the need for the bust of nitro-filled adrenaline.
Safely away from the compound, she was able to breathe, even if she was slightly drunk off the wine, things were clearer to her. She weaved through traffic, cutting a few people off, more than likely pissing them off - but then they were Italian, it didn't take much to piss them off when it came to driving - and driving up their blood pressure. Her music was going and she was relaxing the further away she got from that party. She never saw it coming...
There was just the sound, metal crunching into metal, the quick pow of gun powder as the airbag deployed, glass shattering, tires squealing like pigs, and then there was nothing... darkness... silence...
It had been nearly 30 minutes since the accident. People had called the paramedics, they had arrived and pulled the unconscious Bo from her crumbled car. The injures were extensive. And only 10 minutes later she was being wheeled into an ER... all of this though she was oblivious too, still unconscious. Her blood pressure was thready, and all the injuries she sustained were still bleeding, but the EMTs and ER Doctors were all working at trying to stop it as they wheeled her into a free bay and transferred her off of the gurney and onto a real bed. Wires and tubes and electrodes were being attached and placed into her, and still there was no answer from her as doctors tried to talk to her in both Italian and English.
Several hours later she now lay in a room, having been admitted to the actual hospital, the machines beeped, letting people know that despite her being unresponsive because of her head injuries, she was still alive. Unconscious, but alive. Outside, a nurse worked on paper work and then came across a note from the ER doctor and a card that had been in her pocket. The rest of her stuff was in a plastic bag under the bed she lay in, but the nurse looked at the card and then picked up the phone.
Dialing the number, the nurse listened and then began to speak in English but her accent was very think, proof that she didn't speak English often, "Good Evening, Signore, A young lady was brought into the hospital earlier today. She is unconscious and has no identification, this card was found with your number in her belongings, we were wondering if you could come in and see if you could identify her for us..."
((The Dress))
