The Lady and the Luchadore

Alice walked down the Sunset Boulevard, something that actually is very useless, since the boulevard is some 22 miles long. But Alice did not go on a stroll because she had to, but because she wanted to. It's very tiring to work all the time, sometimes, you just need a break. She send the driver of her limousine a couple of miles ahead and turned her cellphone off. She had also taken her shoes off, because walking four miles on high heels is equal to feet homicide (Pedicide?).
So the small, dark haired woman wearing big sunglasses walked down Sunset Boulevard on bare feet.

Alice turned around and raised an eyebrow. What the hell was this? Some dude in a black and white skeleton-like costume talking to her, asking her about past experiences with ice cream and movies. "Boy, you know halloween is already over? It's been like 8 months or so." She said. Then she smiled gently, something that was very uncommon for her. "But to answer your question, I didn't watch The Accused while naked and eating cherry ice from a stilletto heel. It was Conan the Barbarian and banana ice cream with a fork. My friend was too lazy to do the dishes, so he had only forks left. But I was naked, indeed." She gave him a flirty wink, turned around and continued her journey to the entrance of Bel Air, where her driver was waiting and smoking some pot in the back of the car.

Alice turned around again, with a rather surprised expression on her face. "Wait, you are the Crimson Ghost? My grandfather totally adores you! He's so big of a fan, he almost worships you. He's got a poster in his lab, next to the golden Kabala thingy and the picture of Einstein." Meanwhile, it hit her that the dude in the halloween costume had not yet intensively observed the curves of her cleavage. "Dude, you gotta sign something for my grandpa." She quickly held a hand for her mouth. The word 'dude' had just slipped out, but it was a word Alice hadn't said for years and years. It kind of scared her. 'Dude' is not really a word that a decorated and educated scientist would use.

Alice laughed sincerely, but a bit arrogant. "Ha, you're not expecting you going to get in my pants that easy, are you?" She said. "Besides, you don't even know my name." She ignored Ghost's arm on her shoulder, which dropped off her shoulder as started walking again. She took off her sunglasses and looked backward over her shoulder. With a big smile, she talked again: "Come on, dude, let's give my grandpa a heartattack."

Alice handed him her hand and shook it. "If we are going to use Pseudonyms, my name would be Gauss, Elisabeth Gauss." She anwsered. Alice leaned back against the limo and the driver hurried himself out of the backdoor, because he was stoned and startled for he respectively smoked a joint and thought that a mugger was going to steal the limo. But he turned around to the 'mugger' and saw that it was his boss. "Hello, ma'am!" Alice looked at him over his shoulder. The driver looked over Alice's shoulder to Ghost. "Hello, sir." He said. "The limo is ready." And gave his tumbs up. His eyes were totally bloodshot, so he quickly put on a pair of sunglasses to hide it.
Alice replied: "Well done, Sonny." She turned her head back to Ghost. "Ghost, meet my driver, Sonny. He's the one who drives my expensive cars."

Alice merely smiled and entered the vehicle, sliding herself down the leather couch in order to make room for Ghost. "Come on in. And I mean the vehicle, not myself." She said rather stern.

From a dispenser that was hidden in the backseat, Alice retrieved a sigaret. She put it between her pretty and full lips and lit it with a lighter that also was hidden in the bench. She turned her head and upper body towards Ghost and supported her head with her arm of which she planted the elbow in the soft leather back of the bench in order to support the arm. "Would my boss allow me to smoke in a 900.000 dollar limo?" She said as she took a drag off her sigaret. She looked Ghost playfully in the eyes. "No, I own a 20 billion dollar enterprise, which mainly develops state of the art weaponary and brand new medicine for diseases you have never even heard off. In short, we help people kill shit they want dead." At the last sentence, Alice's face turned all grim and serious, as if she didn't want people to 'kill shit that they want dead' with her products. Which was true, but she did sell governments all sorts of lethal weaponary. Her idea behind it was that eventually all the governments and all the bad people would kill eachother with her weaponary and eventually, only one party would be left. Then, she would activate the selfdestructsequence of the weapons they bought from her in order to render all their weapons useless and achieve world peace. But nobody knew this, except for her grandfather, who thought it was a briliant idea.

Alice turned her head away from Ghost and looked out the window. "My parents are dead." She said with no emotion at all. She turned her head back to Ghost and continued: "They blasted themself to bits in an experiment." She took a drag of her sigaret and exhaled the smoke in a rather seductive manner. "Kinda like those poorly trained kids you were talking about. Would you like something to drink?" She said as she leaned forward to a cabinet, which presumably contained several sorts of beverages, most likely alcoholic beverages.