Post by e on Nov 19, 2009 17:58:40 GMT -7
It was a bloody night, to say the least. That morning one of Eves closest business associates got blown away, literally. His head had been on his shoulders, and then it wasn’t anymore. It had been a under the table deal, and like most under the table deals Eve had no idea where the weapons were going or what they were for. Nor did she really care. All she cared about these days was to make enough money to drink, he laid, and stay alive.
It still had been an eye opening experience with the explosion rang in his eyes and he watched the skull and brain matter splatter against the far wall in the remote alleyway near Hyde Park. Naturally Eve took off running, barely missing anymore of the gun fire.
It was most likely a shot gun, a rather crude weapon, not likely to be used by an assassin or someone who preferred anything else. He wondered who it was after his friend. Or had they been after him and just missed?
In any case, Eve was determined to get drunk and party the shock off. Every day was a gamble, and his life could always end. He figured he might as well live it to its fullest.
Dressed in a sparkling dress halter-top gown that flowed at the hips, Eve stepped into the bar in full fantastic makeup and a dazzling smile on her lips. She looked good and she knew it. Her boots were black thigh highs, perfect running and even better for dancing.
Her blond hair curled around her ears and as she watched the dancers on the floor and the blaring strobe lights, she felt the pulsing of the whole place pulse through her dead veins.
"Alright you sorry sons of bitches!" She shouted in her feminine voice, waving gloved hands over her head, "Lets get this party started!"
Nearby a few of the locals recognized Eve and they drunkenly exclaimed in glee, knowing that they all were going to at least get one or two shots paid for by the sexy transvestite by the end of the night...
Disappearing into the crowd, Eve hopped and skipped her way over to the bar, making her puffy skirt bounce and show her thighs, her taped cleavage however stayed perky and taunt. She slapped her hand smartly upon the countertop and ordered.
"Bar tender, I want a shot of tequila for me and all my friends here!"
It still had been an eye opening experience with the explosion rang in his eyes and he watched the skull and brain matter splatter against the far wall in the remote alleyway near Hyde Park. Naturally Eve took off running, barely missing anymore of the gun fire.
It was most likely a shot gun, a rather crude weapon, not likely to be used by an assassin or someone who preferred anything else. He wondered who it was after his friend. Or had they been after him and just missed?
In any case, Eve was determined to get drunk and party the shock off. Every day was a gamble, and his life could always end. He figured he might as well live it to its fullest.
Dressed in a sparkling dress halter-top gown that flowed at the hips, Eve stepped into the bar in full fantastic makeup and a dazzling smile on her lips. She looked good and she knew it. Her boots were black thigh highs, perfect running and even better for dancing.
Her blond hair curled around her ears and as she watched the dancers on the floor and the blaring strobe lights, she felt the pulsing of the whole place pulse through her dead veins.
"Alright you sorry sons of bitches!" She shouted in her feminine voice, waving gloved hands over her head, "Lets get this party started!"
Nearby a few of the locals recognized Eve and they drunkenly exclaimed in glee, knowing that they all were going to at least get one or two shots paid for by the sexy transvestite by the end of the night...
Disappearing into the crowd, Eve hopped and skipped her way over to the bar, making her puffy skirt bounce and show her thighs, her taped cleavage however stayed perky and taunt. She slapped her hand smartly upon the countertop and ordered.
"Bar tender, I want a shot of tequila for me and all my friends here!"