Maria Garrison
Apr 12th, 2002, 09:14:48 PM
It felt good to be back in "normal clothes". It was official. I was giving up being a "hit-woman". It just wasn't for me. Just one problem. I didn't know what was.
I'd already gone through all possible jobs options in the A-F range by the time I reached the Jedi place. I'd taken a liking to it. Something...homey about it. I placed myself right at the bar. Might as well stay as close to the inspiration as possible.
"G....let's see....Guns! I could get into guns!" That was a thought. Maria Garrison, gun dealer. Uh-uh. Not seeing it.
"Okay next....H...what the frell starts with h?" I asked the bartender. He chose to ignore me. As I got closer to the end of the alphabet and my drink, the level of volume increased until I was belting out career oportunities like a Prima Donna.
"RACER! I COULD RACE SPACESHIPS!" I laughed. The couple next to me stared. I waved to them with a grin.
"S....S....S..." It seems that thinking is a lot slower when intoxicated. I should have remembered.
I'd already gone through all possible jobs options in the A-F range by the time I reached the Jedi place. I'd taken a liking to it. Something...homey about it. I placed myself right at the bar. Might as well stay as close to the inspiration as possible.
"G....let's see....Guns! I could get into guns!" That was a thought. Maria Garrison, gun dealer. Uh-uh. Not seeing it.
"Okay next....H...what the frell starts with h?" I asked the bartender. He chose to ignore me. As I got closer to the end of the alphabet and my drink, the level of volume increased until I was belting out career oportunities like a Prima Donna.
"RACER! I COULD RACE SPACESHIPS!" I laughed. The couple next to me stared. I waved to them with a grin.
"S....S....S..." It seems that thinking is a lot slower when intoxicated. I should have remembered.