Post by Eleanora "Nora" Fries on Aug 20, 2015 19:31:09 GMT -6
You're as cold as ice and you never take advice
Eleanora had heard the stories of this place, this bar. During the few months she'd been trying to reacquaint with her actually father, he mentioned it a few times. Her brother and sister both seemed to have a much better understanding of the place and had gotten to tell her even more. Leandra had seen a few fights here, apparently. From what she was told, this place was an old one, one of the oldest places in Keystone and it had always had an open door policy. Criminals, wanted or otherwise, were always welcome to have a drink here. It was a place the Rogues did a lot. Or, at least, they used to. But now? Considering that most of them were under twenty (well, at least two of them), they weren't all likely to sit down for a drink together. Nora? She only tagged along as a Rogue because her brother led them. But within the last few months of being a, well, semi-Rogue, she hadn't once checked out this bar. That was what brought her tonight.
She was in black jeans with a white shirt that clung tightly to her body. The sleeves were cut short, a light blue snowflake pattern along the seams and on her chest. Over her shoulder was a strap to her bag. Honestly, it was filled with stolen bills anyway, so she wasn't all that worried about someone trying to steal it. She didn't know what she was supposed to expect as she looked up at the sign for the saloon. The outside of the building certainly showed the Saloon's age. The sign swung as a breeze pushed it and she nearly let out a laugh. She knew this was in the bad side of town but still, this place looked dirty and seriously out of it's own time from the out. "Can't believe this is the infamous Keystone Saloon," she muttered. She couldn't even seem to be bothered to make a lame pun, she was so shocked. Oh well.
With a bit of a shrug, she pushed open the door, the blue contacts on her eyes took on a slight icy sheen as all eyes suddenly turned to her. She wouldn't say it was too terribly full, but there was enough people to make this seem a little more worth it. Most of them, though, definitely did look skeevy, but she paid no mind to that as she pushed hair away from her face and started moving towards the bar. However, she didn't make it to the bar as someone stepped in her way. Tall, broad shoulders, looked like a wannabe Hell's Angel. He looked her over and licked his lips like some sort if idea was already twirling around in his head. "Lady, i think you're in the wrong place. Unless you were lookin' for a nice time with a real man."
"This isn't the Keystone Saloon? Damn, my literacy must be shit then. I swear that's what the sign said." She let a small smirk start to pull at the corners of her lips as she looked him up and down. "Are there some real men in this bar? Huh, i hadn't seen any."
He tried to stand straighter to make himself look taller, and something lit up in his eyes, a sort of darkness she recognized all too much. The look just made her smirk grow. "There's a real man right here, baby." He tried to get close, uncomfortably so. She was pretty sure he was just trying to scare her off but fear wasn't really something she understood.
As his hands reached for her shoulders and started to feel their way down, something she allowed for all of five seconds before her hand went somewhere she was sure he wanted and squeezed hard. To add to it, she forced her ice into him through there. He made a sound that she was sure was meant to call dogs and she made a small face as he let go of her. She let go as well and he stumbled back, his hands moving to cover himself. There was frost on his pants from her. Oops. "Wow, ya know, for someone who's supposedly a 'real man', you sure sounded like a shrill bitch." She moved past him, resisting the urge to step back so she could just ice him completely with a kiss. She'd caught people's attentions. That's all she cared about. A part of her wasn't sure if the man was going to actually be okay but, oh, what did she care? She took a seat at the bar and smiled at the tender. "Whatever you got on tap that's cheap."
She was in black jeans with a white shirt that clung tightly to her body. The sleeves were cut short, a light blue snowflake pattern along the seams and on her chest. Over her shoulder was a strap to her bag. Honestly, it was filled with stolen bills anyway, so she wasn't all that worried about someone trying to steal it. She didn't know what she was supposed to expect as she looked up at the sign for the saloon. The outside of the building certainly showed the Saloon's age. The sign swung as a breeze pushed it and she nearly let out a laugh. She knew this was in the bad side of town but still, this place looked dirty and seriously out of it's own time from the out. "Can't believe this is the infamous Keystone Saloon," she muttered. She couldn't even seem to be bothered to make a lame pun, she was so shocked. Oh well.
With a bit of a shrug, she pushed open the door, the blue contacts on her eyes took on a slight icy sheen as all eyes suddenly turned to her. She wouldn't say it was too terribly full, but there was enough people to make this seem a little more worth it. Most of them, though, definitely did look skeevy, but she paid no mind to that as she pushed hair away from her face and started moving towards the bar. However, she didn't make it to the bar as someone stepped in her way. Tall, broad shoulders, looked like a wannabe Hell's Angel. He looked her over and licked his lips like some sort if idea was already twirling around in his head. "Lady, i think you're in the wrong place. Unless you were lookin' for a nice time with a real man."
"This isn't the Keystone Saloon? Damn, my literacy must be shit then. I swear that's what the sign said." She let a small smirk start to pull at the corners of her lips as she looked him up and down. "Are there some real men in this bar? Huh, i hadn't seen any."
He tried to stand straighter to make himself look taller, and something lit up in his eyes, a sort of darkness she recognized all too much. The look just made her smirk grow. "There's a real man right here, baby." He tried to get close, uncomfortably so. She was pretty sure he was just trying to scare her off but fear wasn't really something she understood.
As his hands reached for her shoulders and started to feel their way down, something she allowed for all of five seconds before her hand went somewhere she was sure he wanted and squeezed hard. To add to it, she forced her ice into him through there. He made a sound that she was sure was meant to call dogs and she made a small face as he let go of her. She let go as well and he stumbled back, his hands moving to cover himself. There was frost on his pants from her. Oops. "Wow, ya know, for someone who's supposedly a 'real man', you sure sounded like a shrill bitch." She moved past him, resisting the urge to step back so she could just ice him completely with a kiss. She'd caught people's attentions. That's all she cared about. A part of her wasn't sure if the man was going to actually be okay but, oh, what did she care? She took a seat at the bar and smiled at the tender. "Whatever you got on tap that's cheap."
xxx | @lilith |
so. damn. musey. also, figured i would tag ya since you said you wanted to steal this xD still leaving it open in case someone else wants to join, though |
Someday you'll pay the price, I know
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