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capeandcowllogs2011-11-22 10:15 pm
fingerbang) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-11-22 10:15 pm
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well at least it's not tony stark
WHO: [Bad username or site: breakhisknees title= @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: insineration title= @ livejournal.com]
WHERE: ANOTHER GODDAMN SKEEVY BAR
WHEN: Saturday night? THAT WAS WHEN I FIRST WROTE THIS UP setine don't kill me
WARNINGS: leah pukes on everything; nobody is surprised
SUMMARY: THIRD LOG IN THE LAST TWO MONTHS WHERE LUST AND SOME RANDOM DUDE ACCIDENTALLY MEET UP IN A BAR BECAUSE SHE'S CREEPING ON PEOPLE OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY
FORMAT: lazylog
[OKAY, SO IT'S A BAR AND LUST IS IN IT. Like a proverbial shitty AIM ye olde tavern RPer, she's sitting in the most secluded spot of the bar itself, perched on the stool furthest from the center of action. She's only drinking because it would seem strange for her not to be, given the setting, and she has absolutely no intention of finishing the glass of (shitty) wine that she's nursing. As ever, her focus is switching between a few clusters of loud, shady-looking dudes; also as ever, the neck on her dress is clinched high and loose enough to minimize unwanted attention. Not high enough to eliminate it, of course. It's never quite enough, much to her distaste.
ENTER THE FIRECROTCH??]
WHERE: ANOTHER GODDAMN SKEEVY BAR
WHEN: Saturday night? THAT WAS WHEN I FIRST WROTE THIS UP setine don't kill me
WARNINGS: leah pukes on everything; nobody is surprised
SUMMARY: THIRD LOG IN THE LAST TWO MONTHS WHERE LUST AND SOME RANDOM DUDE ACCIDENTALLY MEET UP IN A BAR BECAUSE SHE'S CREEPING ON PEOPLE OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY
FORMAT: lazylog
[OKAY, SO IT'S A BAR AND LUST IS IN IT. Like a proverbial shitty AIM ye olde tavern RPer, she's sitting in the most secluded spot of the bar itself, perched on the stool furthest from the center of action. She's only drinking because it would seem strange for her not to be, given the setting, and she has absolutely no intention of finishing the glass of (shitty) wine that she's nursing. As ever, her focus is switching between a few clusters of loud, shady-looking dudes; also as ever, the neck on her dress is clinched high and loose enough to minimize unwanted attention. Not high enough to eliminate it, of course. It's never quite enough, much to her distaste.
ENTER THE FIRECROTCH??]
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And he's running late. That's no good.
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[she shrugs and turns to face him, unabashedly studying his face with an expression of mild interest.]
Of course, it could simply be that I'm not interested. Women sometimes drink alone, these days. [WOW THAT WORDING ISN'T SUGGESTIVE OF NOT BEING FROM 2011, SHUT UP]