Post by Ice on Jun 15, 2012 1:44:15 GMT -5
Silver eyes narrowed as the white hair on the back of the woman's neck rose, and she blamed her shivering on the night air. However, she smiled and spoke to the man who had her arm, walking along with him as they waltzed into a well-known place, her dress floating around long legs. She knew she shouldn't be here; every warning sign her head could cook up was going off, however, she had just wanted a taste. A taste of hypocrisy, and a taste of being spoiled.
She had endured a hard day at work this morning, posing awkwardly and wearing ridiculous outfits. Yet such was the life of a model. And that is where she also met this nice thin man who had promised her a drink at a nice bar where they could talk. Key word being talk. He was her ticket into modeling something other than underwear, and she was willing to do almost anything to achieve her goal.
The two made their way over to a booth, sitting down across from each other and ordering drinks from a lovely waitress. Tonight, Tora's hair was slicked perfectly back, and shone like pure ice on her head. The dress she wore shimmered like the expensive silk it was, and covered her in all the right places. After a few drinks, her date's arm was looped over her and his breath stank of whiskey. A frown crossed her pretty face as he leaned in on her, muttering things of little value into her ears. Then he groped her, and his good afternoon was all over. She may have been willing to do just about anything to achieve her goal, but being groped was part of that 'not just about' list.
She shoved him off of herself, standing up quickly and slugging him; extremely unlady-like of herself, but absolutely necessary in her eyes. Trash like that wouldn't learn unless you taught the lesson with your fist. Tora sighed as she looked at the passed out excuse for her date, and walked calmly away, moving to a bar stool slightly out of his line of sight to order her drinks. She sipped on a fine wine for a while, eyes closed and her mind concentrating.
Olafsdotter didn't understand why she wasn't being thrown out, but then again, the man had kinda brought it on himself. She sipped delicately on the drink again, eyes opening as she heard someone approaching her from behind. She set her glass down gently, and twisted around on her stool to get a better look at the character who approached her. "Can I help you?" she inquired with a soft smile, her hands folded in her lap properly.
She had endured a hard day at work this morning, posing awkwardly and wearing ridiculous outfits. Yet such was the life of a model. And that is where she also met this nice thin man who had promised her a drink at a nice bar where they could talk. Key word being talk. He was her ticket into modeling something other than underwear, and she was willing to do almost anything to achieve her goal.
The two made their way over to a booth, sitting down across from each other and ordering drinks from a lovely waitress. Tonight, Tora's hair was slicked perfectly back, and shone like pure ice on her head. The dress she wore shimmered like the expensive silk it was, and covered her in all the right places. After a few drinks, her date's arm was looped over her and his breath stank of whiskey. A frown crossed her pretty face as he leaned in on her, muttering things of little value into her ears. Then he groped her, and his good afternoon was all over. She may have been willing to do just about anything to achieve her goal, but being groped was part of that 'not just about' list.
She shoved him off of herself, standing up quickly and slugging him; extremely unlady-like of herself, but absolutely necessary in her eyes. Trash like that wouldn't learn unless you taught the lesson with your fist. Tora sighed as she looked at the passed out excuse for her date, and walked calmly away, moving to a bar stool slightly out of his line of sight to order her drinks. She sipped on a fine wine for a while, eyes closed and her mind concentrating.
Olafsdotter didn't understand why she wasn't being thrown out, but then again, the man had kinda brought it on himself. She sipped delicately on the drink again, eyes opening as she heard someone approaching her from behind. She set her glass down gently, and twisted around on her stool to get a better look at the character who approached her. "Can I help you?" she inquired with a soft smile, her hands folded in her lap properly.
