Alcohol
Jun 17, 2007 1:06:59 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2007 1:06:59 GMT -5
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It was some kind of luxurious club down in some city on some planet. Gods, the name always escaped me. The walls of the club was very extravagant, it looked as if anyone would be willing to each a cake off its surface. The walls were so clean that one would be able to see their own reflection off it. The entire club was bright and glowing in such a glamorous way. They even had the pianist playing such a nice tune, silently humming while his sunglasses masked his eyes. Every single individual had an extremely tight dress code. All the men wore their fancy suits, as if all of them came out freshly from wax museum. The women wore their beautiful dresses, each different from the other, revealing their great bodies in the eyes of men.
There was only one single individual who stood out significantly from the rest of the crowd. She sat ever so comfortably at a table by herself, crossed her legs, moved her left arm to rest on the back of the chair while her right hand moved towards a wine glass, filled with a liquid so many either choose to indulge from, or to blame the evils of many worlds upon it.
"Ah," she Franklynn let out a sigh. "It has hat nice smoked taste to it." She downed the entire contents of the glass in her throat, sending her head back at the edge of the chair. She gently placed the glass on the table and stroked the bangs of her hair to the side. It until then when she noticed that many eyes began to stare at her.
There was nothing wrong with her attire. Like many, she was dressed appropriately, the only thing that was differing of her to other women was that she was wear a suit like me, unlike the women. She saw those eyes, looking at her with such cruel stares. Franklynn could honestly care less about their opinion on her, the only thing that bothered her quite frankly was those eyes.
Nevertheless, she raised her glass to the bartender, signaling for another service of her beverage. Of course, maybe she was having one too many, but another bottle of wine wouldn't make her liver explode like a hand grenade; it was just alcohol.
It was some kind of luxurious club down in some city on some planet. Gods, the name always escaped me. The walls of the club was very extravagant, it looked as if anyone would be willing to each a cake off its surface. The walls were so clean that one would be able to see their own reflection off it. The entire club was bright and glowing in such a glamorous way. They even had the pianist playing such a nice tune, silently humming while his sunglasses masked his eyes. Every single individual had an extremely tight dress code. All the men wore their fancy suits, as if all of them came out freshly from wax museum. The women wore their beautiful dresses, each different from the other, revealing their great bodies in the eyes of men.
There was only one single individual who stood out significantly from the rest of the crowd. She sat ever so comfortably at a table by herself, crossed her legs, moved her left arm to rest on the back of the chair while her right hand moved towards a wine glass, filled with a liquid so many either choose to indulge from, or to blame the evils of many worlds upon it.
"Ah," she Franklynn let out a sigh. "It has hat nice smoked taste to it." She downed the entire contents of the glass in her throat, sending her head back at the edge of the chair. She gently placed the glass on the table and stroked the bangs of her hair to the side. It until then when she noticed that many eyes began to stare at her.
There was nothing wrong with her attire. Like many, she was dressed appropriately, the only thing that was differing of her to other women was that she was wear a suit like me, unlike the women. She saw those eyes, looking at her with such cruel stares. Franklynn could honestly care less about their opinion on her, the only thing that bothered her quite frankly was those eyes.
Nevertheless, she raised her glass to the bartender, signaling for another service of her beverage. Of course, maybe she was having one too many, but another bottle of wine wouldn't make her liver explode like a hand grenade; it was just alcohol.