Post by Chevrolet Isabel Crowe on May 13, 2013 20:32:01 GMT -5
With the countless skills Chevrolet Crowe could brag, it was almost no wonder she was able to make herself a fake ID and sneak her little ass into a nightclub. Of course she was smart about this, she picked somewhere about fourty five minutes out of town, she had a rock solid alibi and she’d been sure to make sure to borrow Samara’s car once she was at work and wouldn’t be home until at least 3 AM. Yes. The plan was as flaw proof as her dress was tight. Of course she left home in a pair of jeans and a coat, a stark contrast to the floaty piece of grey material now floating 3 inches above her knees and pushing her boobs up towards her chin like her head might need support in a little while. This was business, not pleasure, that was why the large sparkly clutch she held contained a knife, two guns and a smoke bomb... What did you expect? A cellphone and lipgloss? No. That was down her bra. What well respected girl keeps her belongings in her purse?
Heading towards the bar, Chevrolet tried not to glance around her surroundings too much, she couldn’t glare or gawk, she just had to be subtle about this. That was what momma always said, you gotta be subtle to be in this game. As her ass hit a stool up by the bar, she crossed one leg over the other, taking a quick survey of the room before spinning on it to face the bar. A patent red heel hung delicately from her toes as her matching bangles hit the cold hard metal bar that surrounded the bar, her hands wrapped around it for that extra bit of support she’d hoped she wouldn’t need. The bar was busy enough that the bar tender was taking her sweet ass time getting to her, and yes of course it was a woman, most men wouldn’t have hesitated to screw any waiting system and head straight for Chey’s boobs.
The inevitable wait for service gave Chey a chance to look around some more, seemingly just for the sake of being bored. She was sure that if she didn’t know what she was looking for now, she’d know when she said it, and boy did she know when she saw it. The group of guys over by the pool table practically reeked of demon, they couldn’t have been more obvious if their eyes were black as they played and shoved each other and generally made themselves look stupid. She wasn’t quite sure what she’d hoped to find or why finding what she was looking for had been unnerving to her. Hell she still wasn’t completely sure why she was here, maybe it was to prove a point or maybe it was just because the articles she’d seen about all the girls that had gone missing in this bar and ones around it in the last few weeks were breaking her heart.
No sooner had she been served, ordering a Rum and Coke and waiting for it to be placed in front of her had Chey let out a slight shiver. Every instinct in her body was telling her that someone was behind her, so scarily close it was painful. She didn’t even have time to react before it was there. The hand upon her ass that was never welcomed. Spinning on her stool, Chey out stretched her hand, standing quickly and grabbing the crotch of the same man who’d had the audacity to touch her first. ”Touch me again and I’m plucking grapes!!” The youngest of the Crowe clan was as stubborn and forward as the rest of them, but this was probably one comment she should have avoided for her own safety.
Her set of jade green eyes were fueled with rage as they looked up at the guy who’d touched her, who’s junk was still nestled between her fingers, and grew with speed as she spotted the dark black holes that stared back at her. Oh this was so not good. She moved her hand, hoping it would buy her some sort of time, but all it gained her was the opportunity for this guy to strike her across the face. The force of the blow sent her flying, the slap to her face being nothing compared to the feeling of her head smashing against the table.