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| Topic Started: Feb 24 2008, 10:29 PM (40 Views) | |
| Deja | Feb 24 2008, 10:29 PM Post #1 |
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Mislead Hunter
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Deja couldn't believe how badly she was shaking. She needed to make it back to the apartment she was renting. SHe needed some of her supplies. She was shaking like someone going through withdrawl. She hadn't imagined that coming off the high of the fairy blood would do this to her. She would have to be more careful in the future when using it. Because there was no mistake she would be using it again. There results outweighed the after affects. Suddenly as she walked down the street she saw the bar inside the lobby of the hotel. A drink... yes a drink would calm her down and would help her make it the rest of the way back to her apartment. She took a deep breath and pushed her way through the revolving doors of the hotel lobby. She took deliberate steps towards the bar and easily swung herself into one of the stools before it. She waited for the bartender to come to her. "Jack and Coke.... no.. Jack on the rocks." She said deciding that she didn't need to dilute her alchohol right now. She placed her hands on the edge of the bar as she waited for the bartender to make her drink. When she realized they were still badly shaking she quickly tucked them into her lap. When the bartender returned with her drink she quickly reached up to dig another bill out of her cleavage she passed it over and with shaky hand waved to indicate he should keep the change. QUickly she sipped at the drink. So much was she in after shook that and needing of a drink she didn't realize that though her wounds had healed there was still bits of her blood caked in her unruly hair and flakes of it on her jacket. And yet no one said anything. |
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