Post by Kimberly Halifax on Aug 19, 2014 3:06:38 GMT -5
Kimberly ran a hand through her blonde locks, she had decided to leave her hair down for the night seeing as she wasn't hunting anyone. For tonight she was simply a woman out having a few drinks and maybe looking for a one night stand that she could easily walk away from in the morning; walking up to Jimmy Runs she showed the bouncer at the door her ID quickly before she slipped inside. Glancing around a little Kimberly made her way up to the bar and ordered herself a glass of whiskey, she knew she didn't look exactly like every other party goer. Yes her clothes were expensive to buy but she was dressed in a pair of form fitting black jeans, a light gray tank top under a fitted leather jacket. On her feet were a pair of knee high stiletto boots giving her outfit a slightly tough edge to it. Though, honestly, Kimberly didn't need the jacket or boots to make her look tough. The gun in the shoulder rig did that job well enough.
As soon as her whiskey was placed in front of her Kimberly picked up the glass and downed the glass quickly, the burning of the liquid sliding down her throat made her hiss a little once she took the glass from her lips but she didn't mind the feeling. Hell, Kimberly was more than happy to drink anything alcoholic even if it made her drunk. It always made for a good story sometimes, though, other times it made her question her drink selfs taste in men. Flicking some of her hair away from her eyes Kimberly waved down the bartender and ordered another glass before she turned so her back was to the bar and she could look at the people on the dance floor, some of them were doing discrete drug deals among the throng of dancing bodies whilst others kept to the shadows and took advantage of the darkness to have a little 'quality time' with their significant other.
The sight of the people fueled by desperation made her cringe, Kimberly honestly didn't understand why on earth she continued to keep coming back to Jimmy Runs of all places when there was more upscale establishments she could frequent. Putting her back once again to the people on the dance floor Kimberly picked up her second glass of whiskey and sipped the amber liquid, perching on the edge of a bar stool Kimberly raised an eyebrow a little as she caught sight of someone looking straight at her from the corner of her eye. Maybe she was going to have an interesting night after all.
As soon as her whiskey was placed in front of her Kimberly picked up the glass and downed the glass quickly, the burning of the liquid sliding down her throat made her hiss a little once she took the glass from her lips but she didn't mind the feeling. Hell, Kimberly was more than happy to drink anything alcoholic even if it made her drunk. It always made for a good story sometimes, though, other times it made her question her drink selfs taste in men. Flicking some of her hair away from her eyes Kimberly waved down the bartender and ordered another glass before she turned so her back was to the bar and she could look at the people on the dance floor, some of them were doing discrete drug deals among the throng of dancing bodies whilst others kept to the shadows and took advantage of the darkness to have a little 'quality time' with their significant other.
The sight of the people fueled by desperation made her cringe, Kimberly honestly didn't understand why on earth she continued to keep coming back to Jimmy Runs of all places when there was more upscale establishments she could frequent. Putting her back once again to the people on the dance floor Kimberly picked up her second glass of whiskey and sipped the amber liquid, perching on the edge of a bar stool Kimberly raised an eyebrow a little as she caught sight of someone looking straight at her from the corner of her eye. Maybe she was going to have an interesting night after all.
