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Post by SUSANNAH MARIE MILLS on Dec 3, 2010 15:35:28 GMT -5
 - - - Shot through the heart
And you're to blameDarlin' you give love a bad name
What a fucking joke this was. There she sat in ‘Coyote Ugly’ alone, waiting for the anonymous caller to make him or herself known, whoever it was she really didn’t care she just needed the information. Jesus Christ it must have been hours now since she was sat in that rotting cell in the police station. They really needed to get that place cleaned, it wasn’t hygienic in the slightest. Whatever happened to human rights eh? She should be suing them for health and safety breaches; stupid fucking cops. Arson was what she had been arrested for, and yes of course it was true; she had set alight to that dump of a flat her Father had left her in when he left her to go back home to England. Damn right she had sent that pit to hell, the insurance on that would have gone straight into her pocket; and it wasn’t even like she was living there anyway...she had her dorm at the university if she really needed it. But every night she tended to be in someone else’s bed. Yeah yeah, call her a slag if you want, but you won’t say another word against her by the time she’s ripped that mouth off your pretty little head. Anyway, apparently the witness that got her arrested in the first place was bogus. The stupid dick had previous offences for fraud so the judge threw the case out, along with her. Result.
The all too familiar smirk grew on the blondes blood red lips as she sipped at her beer. The thought of her getting away with it again just made that cocky smirk widen as her head grew with arrogance. Her bright blue eyes danced around the bar, twinkling as they caught an occasional gleam of light. Nodding politely she smiled seductively at the men looking her way. She was used to getting attention of both the sexes, the looks were sometimes of lust and sometimes of fear; most people knew who she was, and knew she was not to be messed with.
The mysterious caller had spoken off the witness, and implied that he knew how to find the rat. That’s the reason she sat in the booth alone, waiting for her caller to appear to her...if ever he would. The rat was going to get a scare that they would not believe, nobody rats on Susannah Mills. Nobody. As she debated to herself whether to leave or not she tapped the heel of her boot on the cold floor and lit up a cigarette inhaling deeply. Someone was bound to show up, no one knew about the fire...and it was too much of a coincidence that they would know about that, the witness and have her cell number? Nevertheless she wasn’t leaving the bar without something to leave with, may it be information about the rat, a man, or even something to do with the rest of her night...
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Post by EVANDER KLAUS FARLEY on Dec 5, 2010 12:18:00 GMT -5
 karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •"Goddamn it I didn't even want to go out tonight. Why the hell are you making me?" The man glared at the woman standing in front of him. "BECAUSE I want the house to myself. My girlfriend is coming over and I can almost guarantee you don't want to be here while she makes me scream" Evander wretched. "TOO much information Macy." He sighed and folded his arms. "Fine. I'm gone." Macy was Evander's room mate. She was completely and totally lesbian and her girlfriend was rather unattractive. Evander sighed, he had no ideas as to where he could spend his night. Macy came over and handed him a card. "Twelve free drinks at Coyote Ugly with this card. Have fun." and with that the girl disappeared around the corner.
Evander headed up the steps to his bedroom put on a button up shirt, with a vest and a tie, but took the formal right out of the outfit with a pair of jeans, converse a chain connected at his belt loop to his wallet in his back pocket and a studded belt just for good measure. With a roll of his eyes he grabbed his keys and headed out to his car to drive out to coyote ugly to use the card macy had given him.
When he pulled up he was surprised to see the parking lot somewhat lonely. There were about ten cars in total, which was a major down grade from the usual hundred. He shrugged, dammnit, tonight he'd be drinking alone. he killed the car, taking his keys from the ignition and headed to the front doors. He took his last breath of fresh air before walking in to be suffocated with cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol, not that he really minded considering he drank and smoked anyway. Without hesitation he headed to the bar and took a seat on a stool not noticing the female only two stool away. He ordered his first drink, looked to his left and spotted two men about his age if not a tad younger looking past him, mouths watering at something and as he turned his own head to find what it was he realized it was a someone, not a something.
The strawberry blonde there had her legs crossed looking a bit vacant, as if she were stood up and waiting for some reason to stay. Why someone would stand up someone so attractive was beyond him but maybe something big came up. Evander looked her way and their eyes caught for a moment. "Need a drink?" he offered simply. Why put a free card to waste? He'd share his loot.
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Post by SUSANNAH MARIE MILLS on Dec 5, 2010 14:42:50 GMT -5
- - - Shot through the heart
And you're to blameDarlin' you give love a bad name
This was absolute bullshit. Ten o’clock the caller had said and now it was almost half past. Tapping her nails erratically against the cold wooden table she stared at the screen of her cell which lay in front of her, inches away from her beer. Sighing she looked around the bar to try and pick out someone that could be the caller. Doing the kind of ‘career’ if you could call it that, that Susannah did she have an eye for picking out people. The way they stood, held themselves, drank their drink or looked around the room told a lot about a person. Reading body language and reading people, one of her great skills; in another life she could have been solving crimes, not the hot bitch that made them.
Smirking at the thought of her being a cop she finished her beer and pushed it away from her. Fuck sake, she should have brought Angel or Duke with her. Or at least had them hiding in another booth if the guy didn’t show. Which he frigging hadn’t! Her eyes gazed at her phone for some time, wondering if it was worth calling them. No...they’ll be busy. Her thoughts told her as he picked up the blackberry and replaced it on table. Sighing she looked around the bar, it was strangely quiet for this time of night which un-nerved her slightly. It was usually packed and the air electric; but tonight it seemed quite the opposite. Rolling her eyes at the pack of boys gawping at her she turned away her gaze from them and scanned the bar. They were probably her age but they were all just wrong. Children in her eyes, what she needed was a man not a boy. Further down the bar she felt someone watching her, slowly she switched her gaze accordingly. Catching is eye she couldn’t help but smile. Well hello there, that’s more like it. There eyes met momentarily as her eyes fell over his body, wondering just way someone as tasty as him was at a bar alone. He was smart/casual but had that rough and ready aura about him, and the most amazing eyes she had ever seen. Well Angel would be jealous when she told her about him. Debating about whether or not to snap a picture of him and MMS it to her, he spoke up; "Need a drink?" He asked looking directly at her. Smirking she raised an eyebrow and motioned for him to come sit with her. “Jack daniels, straight up hun.” She said with a smile, her eyes watching him closely. It was obvious that he wasn’t the caller, but that had been filed away in her mind for now. This luscious thing now had her full attention.
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Post by EVANDER KLAUS FARLEY on Dec 5, 2010 22:03:30 GMT -5
karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • When the female acknowledged his presence and even tapped the seat next to her he knew she was talking to him. He heard a few exasperated sighs come from behind him as the other men ogling at her walked away disappointed. "Do you get that a lot?" He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "They looked like they'd never seen an attractive woman before." Evander chuckled and the girl added in what she wanted to drink. His left eyebrow raised in surprise as she ordered the same thing he wanted. "make it two" and slid the card to the man taking orders. "That's a pretty heavy drink. Not a light weight I presume?" He said with a soft smile, someone her size wouldn't usually be able to handle a drink so rough. Jack Daniels was known for it's harsh bite.
She didn't look quite as tense when the bar tender slid her the drink. They sat in silence for a moment before Evander decided it couldn't be harmful to add a name to the face. "Evander Farley, you are?" It seemed most of his sentences were a few words short but the important ones always made up for the lack there of. He wasn't much of a social butterfly until after an introduction, after a couple conversations that kept his interest and maybe even a night in bed together but tonight he wasn't really on the prowl.
He'd planned to stay home, in his pjs. enjoy a late dinner and midnight snack to follow and in the meantime watch episodes of Big bang Theory and the Mentalist. Macy forced him out, and at this particular moment he wasn't exactly scolding her. The place he ended up turned out to be alright so far as long as this female didn't turn out to be a psycho bitch. The last woman he brought home thought she was in love with him after four hours together and was determined to keep him.Obviously that bitch had to go.
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