Prologue, The Bar:
The door swung open and a gorgeous, tall lady with light
green hair to past her hips and dark green eyes and thin lips
walked into the bar. She moved over to the counter to order her
first drink of the night, her hips swinging and her eyes dull.
It would be one of many drinks she would have that night she knew
as she chugged the drink in record time. The guy behind the
counter almost made a comment but stopped himself. He was used
to seeing her. She was a regular, and he knew not to bother her
while she was drinking-which was most of the time.
Much later that night the lady exited the bar, barely
able to stand up but not looking as dizzy as one would expect
for the large quantity of alchohol she had consumed. Just as
others had tried to talk to her in the bar, many people,
especially men, came up to talk to her in the street. Yet
although her words were slurred, and she was obviously drunk,
she put them all off, not wanting any company except the cool,
refreshing taste of a good drink.
The door swung open and a gorgeous, tall lady with light
green hair to past her hips and dark green eyes and thin lips
walked into the bar. She moved over to the counter to order her
first drink of the night, her hips swinging and her eyes dull.
It would be one of many drinks she would have that night she knew
as she chugged the drink in record time. The guy behind the
counter almost made a comment but stopped himself. He was used
to seeing her. She was a regular, and he knew not to bother her
while she was drinking-which was most of the time.
Much later that night the lady exited the bar, barely
able to stand up but not looking as dizzy as one would expect
for the large quantity of alchohol she had consumed. Just as
others had tried to talk to her in the bar, many people,
especially men, came up to talk to her in the street. Yet
although her words were slurred, and she was obviously drunk,
she put them all off, not wanting any company except the cool,
refreshing taste of a good drink.
