Post by stephanie lynn shiek; on Jan 31, 2012 14:33:01 GMT -5
it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out
- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Steph's heels clicked against the floor of the bar. Not like you could hear them anyway, the sound of music and people talking or shouting drown out any subtle noise being made. Honestly, she just wanted to get out. Who knows, she might go home with someone tonight. Not that she would care, she'd be too drunk to care in the most probable scenario. She knew she was hot, her body was pretty much perfect. Stood average height, thin, busty, blonde and did all she could to flaunt it too. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously when a guy sitting a few seats down from her at the bar ran his eyes down her body. Steph smirked and looked away, placing an order to the bar tender. After a day of singing and being mauled on the street for her John Hancock, a beer would do her wonders.
Her red lips parted in a smile to herself as one of her favorite songs came on the radio, or whatever they were using to play music. Her fingers tapped along to the beat as she took a drink from the glass bottle. Stephanie turned around to face the interior of the bar. She rested her elbows on the bar and crossed her legs at the knee, looking pretty slick if she didn't say so herself. She examined her nails, they had recently been painted red. They were getting long too, she took note of. She knew sooner or later someone would come and try to throw a few lines at her. They way things were going and how she felt right now, anything was bound to work. Sure she'd most likely get slammed by the media for sleeping around but in all honesty, Stephanie didn't care. She hoped her father would see how far she'd come and be totally, and completely pissed. That's all she wanted was to prove to him that she wasn't his little slut. Sure, she hadn't exactly cut sex out of her life but she did it willingly and on her own accounts, not when it was convenient for her father. Asshole, she despised him.
talking talking talking
other person talking
does it f e e l like a head to lean on?
- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
THE ROUGH, YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WIRE. WELL I'LL L I F T YOU OUT - - - - - - - - - - -
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