Post by kat noelle green on Jul 30, 2012 12:10:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Hey I heard you like the wild ones The Words: 492The Outfit: ClickMe The NotesI love her Sitting in the dressing room, Kat eyed her reflection in the mirror. Raising an eyebrow an audible sigh passed her kisses. Pure boredom, she had finished her set of dances and the night was still young. Having changed back to her own clothes, gone was the slinky underwear and various animal attire from ears to tails. Running a hand through her thick ebony tresses, Kat slung her head upside down. Gather the wavy locks she drew her head back up, twisting a band round absentmindedly she styled a somewhat messy bun. Rolling her eyes, she studied the lack of makeup upon her features, her outfits never needed the excess in colour. A thing in which she loved to experiment with outside of work. Taking a small brush from the surface, Kat dipped it lightly into a smoky grey colour. Closing one eye she dusted the dark powder over her lids, adding a little silver for sparkle she repeated on the other eye. Lips curling into a smile content as she span round on the chair, watching the clock for a brief moment it seemed to take all her effort to stand up. Hauling her weight from the chair, she kicked her feet from the heels she wore; replacing them with dark studded army style boots. much better Despite the limited movement with her tight leather trousers, Kat glided across to room to exit through the back door. The night was warm, not even a slight breeze to deter from it. Walking out towards the lit ally, shallow pounding beats from the clubs bass drummed at the brick work she leant on. Tapping her foot on the ground, the familiar tune one of her favourites. Tipping her snapback down, the woman’s face guarded by a shadow. The only brief light to illuminate her came from her lighter, shoving it back into her bag after lighting a joint. Inhaling the intoxicating fumes, her head fell back against the wall in an absentminded state. Blowing out the smoke in circular puffs, slight amusement came from watching the patterns dance in the air. Rolling her head side wards, silently she watched all manner of people walk past on the main pavement. Echoed clatters of light voices, shoes , and the slurred speech of those on a bar crawl. Keeping her gaze focused on one particular figure, Kat concentrated on the man. She was sure she recognised him. Clasping her lights in a tight seal around the joint, a swift pace kicked her from the wall. Ey, dickhead A playful tone to her voice, Kat almost chucked as she headed over to him. Taking the roll from her mouth, a break taking smile graced her. Drawing closer she saw in fact it was Josh, a new friend of hers. Spirited and wild much like her, plus he was good looking. Do you fancy going for a drink? I have nothing else to do with my life |
