Eena Kett
Aug 30th, 2002, 06:02:40 PM
This is the coolest party that I've been to
Shake your hand and kiss your @#$
Won't join the other fools
Another night, another life
I can't take this anymore
Another life, another night
Drunk and passed out on the floor
Hey! Punk! In a years time we will see
Hey! Punk! Another rock star wannabe
I smell the arrogance from across the room
Pasty skin and heroin
Our host will be here soon
Another night, another life
I can't take this anymore
Another life, another night
Drunk and passed out on the floor
You're no one, til someone
No one, til somebody hates you
Hey! Chump! How charmed can one life be?
Hey! Chump! You're better off don't mess with me
It's no coincidence, b@#$%,
I thought you knew
Go back to your rock punk and suffer with your fools
Another night, another life
I can't take this anymore
Another life, another night
Drunk and passed out on the floor
You're no one, til someone
No one, til somebody hates you
Eena stretched her arms above her head, her lengthy lekku snaking about behind her back. Her tongue throbbed lightly in her mouth, the addition of metal gleaming in the neon lights as she yawned. Mixtures of music blared in from bar after bar, club after club. Another time, she may have worked her way through each and everyone, but tonight she had another mission. Her hips swung with each step, the silver clinking of metal being drowned in the music. Her heavy boots kicked up puffs of dust from the sludge-and-garbage paved street. After a while, her eyes glanced up at a near-blinding sign that read "seXXXy." Could the name be any tackier?
Grumbling under her breath, Eena slipped into the space between this building and the next. Her hand tapped against a thin, metal door and she leaned back to wait for a response. Within a few momments, the door creaked open just enough for the yellow, bloodshot eyes of a hungover bouncer to stare out at her.
Wha'd'yooo wan'?
The Twi'lek grimaced at the slurred speech before pulling a small, thin gun from one of the back hoops of her belt. She reached forward and watched a rush of blood fling through the air as the man's head was burst every which way. She pushed through the door, walking on the remains of the corpse, and headed down the narrow back hall.
"I hate lackeys."
Shake your hand and kiss your @#$
Won't join the other fools
Another night, another life
I can't take this anymore
Another life, another night
Drunk and passed out on the floor
Hey! Punk! In a years time we will see
Hey! Punk! Another rock star wannabe
I smell the arrogance from across the room
Pasty skin and heroin
Our host will be here soon
Another night, another life
I can't take this anymore
Another life, another night
Drunk and passed out on the floor
You're no one, til someone
No one, til somebody hates you
Hey! Chump! How charmed can one life be?
Hey! Chump! You're better off don't mess with me
It's no coincidence, b@#$%,
I thought you knew
Go back to your rock punk and suffer with your fools
Another night, another life
I can't take this anymore
Another life, another night
Drunk and passed out on the floor
You're no one, til someone
No one, til somebody hates you
Eena stretched her arms above her head, her lengthy lekku snaking about behind her back. Her tongue throbbed lightly in her mouth, the addition of metal gleaming in the neon lights as she yawned. Mixtures of music blared in from bar after bar, club after club. Another time, she may have worked her way through each and everyone, but tonight she had another mission. Her hips swung with each step, the silver clinking of metal being drowned in the music. Her heavy boots kicked up puffs of dust from the sludge-and-garbage paved street. After a while, her eyes glanced up at a near-blinding sign that read "seXXXy." Could the name be any tackier?
Grumbling under her breath, Eena slipped into the space between this building and the next. Her hand tapped against a thin, metal door and she leaned back to wait for a response. Within a few momments, the door creaked open just enough for the yellow, bloodshot eyes of a hungover bouncer to stare out at her.
Wha'd'yooo wan'?
The Twi'lek grimaced at the slurred speech before pulling a small, thin gun from one of the back hoops of her belt. She reached forward and watched a rush of blood fling through the air as the man's head was burst every which way. She pushed through the door, walking on the remains of the corpse, and headed down the narrow back hall.
"I hate lackeys."