| Dec 17, 2011 16:02:08 GMT -5 |
Post by rome on Dec 17, 2011 16:02:08 GMT -5
Cinderella, she seems so easy.
[/color]"It takes one to know one," she smiles.
And puts her hands in her back pockets,[/color]
Bette Davis style.[/color]
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Rosie hadn't gotten out in a while. She was a bit of a homebody sometimes, she just didn't wanna go out at night, but then, when the urge hit her, it hit her hard, and she just had to go. If she wanted out, she wanted out. She pulled her long hair up, brushing it bit by bit, and she slowly let it dry, curls taking hold gradually. She smiled lightly, liking how her hair looked curly. She didn't often let it curl but when it was done like this, it looked very good. She pulled a dark top on, and a dark skirt to match. She wore a shirt that came off the shoulder, and that didn't come past the middle of her torso. She didn't always show a lot of skin, but tonight, she felt the need to. Her legs were showing, and she also adorned her feet with her favorite boots.
She moved out of her house, and she looked around, not really sure where she wanted to go now that she was out of her house. She had a smile on her face, and she twirled her fingers into her curls. She decided on a club not far from her, though it often had tourists all over it, but that was alright. Tourist did help things around here, so she couldn't really hate them all that much, and sometimes they did buy her drinks. If she'd thought about that she would have worn a lower cut top! Americans bought good drinks and they loved tits! She looked down, and did pull her top down slightly, adjusting her chest a bit. Once satisfied, she continued the walk to the club.
Once there, she waited in line to get in, and once inside, she didn't want to look like she expected to get drinks, so she just ordered something for herself, and she sat, watching others. She didn't really know if anyone would strike her fancy enough to go dancing, but she would just enjoy being outside for the time being. She smiled to herself, and she pulled her hair from one shoulder to the other shoulder, watching everyone else. She swayed lightly, and she didn't know what to do with herself, she was getting more and more energy the longer she sat alone. This always happened, she noted. She needed to get trashed, end up having a blast, and maybe end up table dancing topless or something. It was early, never could tell where the night could lead!
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Muse:Hetalia <3
Lyrics: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan
Time Frame: Present day
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