This is my first fanfic, so I apologize if it's terrible. I want everyone's honest opinions on this so review (: I promise I'll try and get better as the story progresses. The chapters are going to be pretty short, but this is only a short story not a book so. Just a forewarning. Anyway, this is how I would have written Carly's first appearance on GH. I also wish she would be more "Spencer" and had a better relationship with Lucky and Luke. The words in italics is her subconscious and/or where she is thinking to herself. I obviously don't own General Hospital or any of the characters. If I did I wouldn't be submitting this story on FanFiction (: ENJOY!
Caroline Benson walked into Jake's hoping to get out of her crowded head for just one night. She glanced around the musty bar before walking up to the bartender, "Give me a shot of tequila and a Firecracker." She said, holding up her I.D.
"What? No please darlin'?" The bartender asked, eying her with hungry eyes. Carly looked over at the bartender, hoping his looks would help her come up with a way to get free drinks. She didn't bring her wallet or any condoms, so she is going to have to find a way to con these drinks out of him.
"I didn't peg you for a please kinda guy ..." Carly said leaning onto the bar so her breasts were clearly visible and almost popping out of the top of her shirt. She paused at the end so that the bartender could supply his name, "Coleman. You can call me Coleman. At least until ya' come up with something more creative." He purred, winking one of his dark eyes at her.
Carly resisted the urge to shiver at the tone of his voice. There was something sinister about the way he purred out the words, almost as if what he was saying was a threat.
Come on Caroline. You didn't come all the way to Port Charles, New York from Florida by bus just to run away on your first day. Focus. You're tough. Grew up on the streets and in trailer parks. Don't let this one creep tear down your confidence. Carly thought to herself.
She put on her best mischievous smile and said, "I'm very creative. Maybe if I get a few more drinks in me you'll get to hear some of my ideas..." Coleman merely smiled and refilled Carly's shot glass with fresh tequila. "So, where ya' from..." Coleman asked, pausing like Carly had before so she could insert her name.
"Annabelle. And I just rode in from Wisconsin believe it or not." Carly lied. "Annabelle. I like it. What brings ya' to PC New York? I know ya' didn't just come ta' visit Jake's and meet the lowly bartender everyone in the world knows." Coleman said slyly.
"Nah, you're right. I came for the view." Carly answered, giving Coleman her best smolder. "You likin' what ya' see?" Coleman asked huskily, his mouth turning up at the corners slightly. "I haven't decided yet." Carly teased.
She had to force herself to keep her tone light. Despite her cool exterior, this guy was really starting to creep Carly out. "Thanks for the drinks Coleman" She said his name seductively, batting her eyelashes, "but I really should get going."
Carly took one last shot of tequila before sliding off her bar stool and making her way out of Jake's. She took a deep calming breath as she walked into the cool night air, holding her hands close to her sides so that their shaking wasn't visible.
Suddenly, someone grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back into an alley beside Jake's.