Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 6:12:36 GMT -5
Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Amalthia strode towards the almost innocent looking church, her eyes glittering faintly against the light emanating from the place, even as she knew she was dressed to show off just what she had. Tight skinny jeans paired with knee high leather black high heels, as well as a tight corset type top, laced up in just the right way, an example from back in her youth when she’d worn such tight clothing as corsets regularly. She’d gone through all the fashion trends, and considered herself pretty good at picking just the right outfits for any occasion. She approached the guards that stood entrance, and she winked sweetly at one of them, giving the other a sultry smile even as she slipped inside, eager for a night of partying to begin. And it couldn’t start fast enough.
She was ready to get a nice alcohol buzz going, and then pick up a handsome or beautiful stranger to take home, or rather, go home with. Maybe she’d hang around until one of the guards got off shift. They were known notoriously for liking it a bit rough, and wild. Amy was a rough and wild kinda girl more times than not, and she smirked as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, the ebony locks falling in soft curls down her bare shoulders and back. The witch ordered a drink and sat at the bar sipping slowly, knowing the key to the perfect buzz was to drink the alcohol slowly, so that the drink would diffuse through her system in time and get her to that perfect point.
Thia watched as the dancefloor slowly filled with more and more people, and she could see the faint auras around them that told her who was what. And she amused herself by doing just that, taking her time to count how many of what were in the building, even as she drank her first, and started in on her second, drink.
NOTES :: I promise I can do longer replies once the thread gets going.
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Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.
Oh, but God, I want to let it go.
Oh, but God, I want to let it go.
I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.
Wonder what's wrong with me.