Scotch on the Rocks. [Sean]
May 24, 2011 20:26:33 GMT -5
Post by Willow Kovacs on May 24, 2011 20:26:33 GMT -5
It wasn't particularly often that the dark haired woman went out on a Friday night, but this specific evening was different. She had been invited out - an even rarer event. The early summer air kissed her cheeks with moisture as she walked down the sidewalk, moving to the side occasionally to avoid contact with the other patrons out and about in the humid evening. A small, blissful smile was just barely etched on her plum coloured lips, the warmer season always bringing out a less hostile side of the lizard, as the cold blooded creature obviously preferred humidity. She swung a dark bag slightly as she strutted down the street, the sun still peaking lightly over the mountain tops and trees in the not-so-distant distance.
Street lights had begun to flutter on, flooding the streets with an orange-y light that devoured the people in its radiant colour. There was a light buzz of the cicadas that hovered in the forest, awake again this year to mate, and doubtlessly fall back into their seven year slumber. Gnats attacked the light leeching from restaurant windows and street lamps, joining the brown spotted moths that fed on the brightness. Willow glanced around, appreciating the simple serenity of the summer evening. The humidity that hung in the air heavily shun on her skin brilliantly, she inhaled the scent of cigarettes and food that hung in the air around the busy section of town.
If one was to watch the woman carefully as she walked in black wedge shoes, adding just a bit of height to already long frame, that she limped ever so slightly. Hidden beneath her white Bermuda shorts were bandages over the wounds that had not yet fully healed from their battle weeks ago. She had been disgruntled at the hospital's refusal to release her, and is still not fond of the memories of her injuries, but she is fine with blatantly ignoring them. There was a long, still slightly red, scar across her upper right arm, and the colourful scarf she wore covered the slice along her neck - that one bothered her the most.
Turning into the corner, the neon printed sign of one of her favourite bars came into view, and she slipped inside the door when a man held it for her. The building on the inside smelled of smoke and spices. Her smile widened ever so slightly. Sitting at the bar, she crossed her legs, gently touching her hair as she waited for her companion, and for the bartender to bring her a drink.
Street lights had begun to flutter on, flooding the streets with an orange-y light that devoured the people in its radiant colour. There was a light buzz of the cicadas that hovered in the forest, awake again this year to mate, and doubtlessly fall back into their seven year slumber. Gnats attacked the light leeching from restaurant windows and street lamps, joining the brown spotted moths that fed on the brightness. Willow glanced around, appreciating the simple serenity of the summer evening. The humidity that hung in the air heavily shun on her skin brilliantly, she inhaled the scent of cigarettes and food that hung in the air around the busy section of town.
If one was to watch the woman carefully as she walked in black wedge shoes, adding just a bit of height to already long frame, that she limped ever so slightly. Hidden beneath her white Bermuda shorts were bandages over the wounds that had not yet fully healed from their battle weeks ago. She had been disgruntled at the hospital's refusal to release her, and is still not fond of the memories of her injuries, but she is fine with blatantly ignoring them. There was a long, still slightly red, scar across her upper right arm, and the colourful scarf she wore covered the slice along her neck - that one bothered her the most.
Turning into the corner, the neon printed sign of one of her favourite bars came into view, and she slipped inside the door when a man held it for her. The building on the inside smelled of smoke and spices. Her smile widened ever so slightly. Sitting at the bar, she crossed her legs, gently touching her hair as she waited for her companion, and for the bartender to bring her a drink.
