Post by Jess on Feb 19, 2022 9:16:26 GMT -5
Fancy a shot~?
Is this idiot EVER going to show up…? A picture in pinstripes found looking like a violet vision as she rolled her eyes and took around the room around her, Claudia Carbone or tonight a figure known as Melanie Malone let loose a sigh as she listened in on the laughter and rumble of conversation which was erupting and echoing around her, and then lifts her drink to her lips in the hope of finding some form of respite from the festivity which seemed to be burstinf forth from every direction the room could provide.
“Tch.” Never one who much enjoyed being a mere face in the crowd or feeling like she had to avoid all that much of the spotlight either for that matter, the tongue of the temptress clicked as she found her glass left with only scantest dregs of anything that could be called refreshment waiting for her, the woman in the hat and dyed hair shook her head and pushed off the from the wall where she had been loitering on her lonesome, with a mind and a beeline aimed straight for the bar and the man that served it.
They might be having a good time, but I don't like spending my day downing virgin's… Glancing back to the 'party' as she did so and forced to hold back a grimace or a sneer as she watched the room of clowns only seeming to climb higher and higher into stupidity from where she was strolling, Miss 'Malone' stepped around the path of someone who looked as if they had clearly had too much celebration so far given how they looked to be wobbling around and leaving more liquid on the floor than in the glass, it was with a narrow act of evasion that the suited siren seemed to avoid getting caught in the crossfire as she moves past the stumbling drunk and reached a destination which felt, at least for a moment like the only refuge left in the room.
“Another.” Certainly making little effort to demonstrate her relief however as she clapped the glass onto the counter curtly and showed even less courtesy in her manner as she demanded a refill, it was fair to say that the young go getting Marine was not in any manner looking all that happy, and in fact was growing more and more impatient with every round she ordered and every tired joke that someone chose to whisper in her ear. Though, that being said, it wasn't as if the night wasn't entirely without highlight thus far.
"Mm-Mn! Now that's quite a peach~!
Hows abouts after this, me and you-"
Hows abouts after this, me and you-"
Case in point when it seemed that yet another soul seemed to have their best judgement compromised by intoxications both imbibed and visual, one supposed on some level 'Melanie' could at least appreciate the taste of a less than gentle man who seemed to eye the prize that was her behind and not only comment upon it but also swipe with his hand to clap it as well, in spite of the obvious compliment that one assumed he intended with all of his machismo-drenched deed the woman at the bar was not all that impressed, though in a way she was happy to have a chance to vent at least a little of the annoyance that was building up within her.
“A 'Peach' like me isn't much interested in 'after'…” There almost feeling like a sense of release as a fast grip shot into the side of her jacket and whipped a nice stretch of steel and fiery fury from it in but a blink of an eye, in all honesty it was tempting for Miss Malone to drag that trigger downward and let the wrath of red hot steel fly as she jammed the cold tip of her weapon into that tender little spot where jaw met throat, but ultimately she decided it was probably better not to ruin everyone's fun in a setting such as this one by panting the walls with the blood and brain of a pervert.
“What's say we get spicy right here and right now, eh cowboy~? Tell me, which one should I pop first for yoy, hm?” Instead simply having to relish the way in which the lech wriggled and the feeling of power she was provided by that as she turned around with that pistol practically prodding the underside of his tongue, and then upped the ante by providing a second one aimed much lower. Perilously so, in fact, if one ever hoped to build a family from here…
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