Post by lioness on Feb 15, 2007 18:41:06 GMT -5
A girl sat at the bar, staring at a full glass of brandy. Long black tresses of white hair fell to her waist, shielding her from prying eyes, but attracting those with curiousity. She tapped slim fingers on the table, earning a disapproving look from the bartender, who she threw a glare at. She also stopped tapping.
She couldn't think of anything to do.
She didn't want to drink- it really wasn't her way, but she was so depressed now, after being here for a while and not doing anything day in and day out. What could she do? Maybe go out and meet someone, but who? She had heard stories about the others who lived in these lands, and also knew they probably wouldn't take kindly to having a human in their midst.
She sighed.
Maybe she would drink after all. The girl picked up the glass and held in her hand a moment, before setting it back down. Maybe not tonight.
Not yet, at least.
She couldn't think of anything to do.
She didn't want to drink- it really wasn't her way, but she was so depressed now, after being here for a while and not doing anything day in and day out. What could she do? Maybe go out and meet someone, but who? She had heard stories about the others who lived in these lands, and also knew they probably wouldn't take kindly to having a human in their midst.
She sighed.
Maybe she would drink after all. The girl picked up the glass and held in her hand a moment, before setting it back down. Maybe not tonight.
Not yet, at least.
