Post by melissa on Apr 17, 2008 22:19:42 GMT 1
Melissa had been there nearly two months, and still had hardly met anybody. She strolled the highstreet, in her usual white shirt, black miniskirt, black stockings, and belted boots, looking for somewhere warm and social, somewhere she could meet people. She had long black gloves on, reaching just past her elbow. They were thin, and fingerless. She sighed a little, it was getting darker, and colder, and she still had not found anything to her liking.
It was not that she had snobby tastes, it's just all she had seen was either closed, or victim to many shady looking people, in some cases fighting, in more cases unconcious.
Melissa went a little further, The street ahead was illuminated by blacklight, so it must have been some sort of club. She reached it, and decided to dare it, having found nothing better. The atmosphere inside was good. The light scents of alchohol, and cigarette smoke, accompanied with blaring rock music, 'Devin townsend band - synchestra to be more precise 'she thought. There were no fights visable, there was dancing, and friends hanging out, all of which looked in about her age group.
"This'll do" She said, probably not heard over the music though. She went over to the bar. The bar keep was a little older than these kids, with quite the beard, washing out a glass, it was all quite cliché really. "Tequilla sunrise please!" She said bouncily, and bubbily. This way they never usually asked for ID. She turned with her drink, her back leant against the bar, scouting for someone to talk too, someone that looked like he or she was like her.
It was not that she had snobby tastes, it's just all she had seen was either closed, or victim to many shady looking people, in some cases fighting, in more cases unconcious.
Melissa went a little further, The street ahead was illuminated by blacklight, so it must have been some sort of club. She reached it, and decided to dare it, having found nothing better. The atmosphere inside was good. The light scents of alchohol, and cigarette smoke, accompanied with blaring rock music, 'Devin townsend band - synchestra to be more precise 'she thought. There were no fights visable, there was dancing, and friends hanging out, all of which looked in about her age group.
"This'll do" She said, probably not heard over the music though. She went over to the bar. The bar keep was a little older than these kids, with quite the beard, washing out a glass, it was all quite cliché really. "Tequilla sunrise please!" She said bouncily, and bubbily. This way they never usually asked for ID. She turned with her drink, her back leant against the bar, scouting for someone to talk too, someone that looked like he or she was like her.
