Laine Eldarado
Sep 2nd, 2002, 12:31:37 PM
::A bar! Oh, praise the Lord, it was a bar! I stepped in through the door, pleased that I had found somewhere with minimal scum. I wasn't in the mood to put up with imbeciles right now. I wanted to wash my hands.
I'd tried to think of somewhere to toss Shameka's plastic-wrapped body and, in all my brilliance, decided on a dumpster that was close to my ship, Anonyme. So I'd sucked it up and tried to drag my ex-partner out. He was a rather large man but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
Until the garbage bag tore.
I hadn't even bothered to roll him back into the cargo hold in my hurry to get out. The mess that had been leaking onto the floor when I left was too much for my weak constitution.
Hurriedly, I ran into the ladies room. It was clean. If there's one thing I hate, it's a dirty bathroom. Or a dirty room. In fact, I hate anything being dirty. It annoys me. Okay, I admit, I'm spoiled. I grew up with everything I wanted and I was used to getting it. So things that didn't measure up to my standards were quite a nuisance.
But this place was suitable, even for me. Most importantly, it had running water that I could rinse my hands off in. I must have used half the soap in the dispenser to make sure there wasn't a trace of blood on my delicate skin.
Still, as I walked out and straddled a stool, I felt filthy. I rubbed my hands together, just knowing that there were bits of filth that had avoided my vigorous scrubbing.::
"Sweet vermouth on the rocks with a twist."
::I'd heard of that somewhere and always wanted to order it. I liked the name. After thirty seconds I started getting impatient, something I do every day.::
"C'mon....c'mon..."
::My hair started an elaborate dance with my index finger, twisting around and around and around. I stopped when I lost feeling in my finger but started again as soon as it regained it's pinkish-white tone.::
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I'd tried to think of somewhere to toss Shameka's plastic-wrapped body and, in all my brilliance, decided on a dumpster that was close to my ship, Anonyme. So I'd sucked it up and tried to drag my ex-partner out. He was a rather large man but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
Until the garbage bag tore.
I hadn't even bothered to roll him back into the cargo hold in my hurry to get out. The mess that had been leaking onto the floor when I left was too much for my weak constitution.
Hurriedly, I ran into the ladies room. It was clean. If there's one thing I hate, it's a dirty bathroom. Or a dirty room. In fact, I hate anything being dirty. It annoys me. Okay, I admit, I'm spoiled. I grew up with everything I wanted and I was used to getting it. So things that didn't measure up to my standards were quite a nuisance.
But this place was suitable, even for me. Most importantly, it had running water that I could rinse my hands off in. I must have used half the soap in the dispenser to make sure there wasn't a trace of blood on my delicate skin.
Still, as I walked out and straddled a stool, I felt filthy. I rubbed my hands together, just knowing that there were bits of filth that had avoided my vigorous scrubbing.::
"Sweet vermouth on the rocks with a twist."
::I'd heard of that somewhere and always wanted to order it. I liked the name. After thirty seconds I started getting impatient, something I do every day.::
"C'mon....c'mon..."
::My hair started an elaborate dance with my index finger, twisting around and around and around. I stopped when I lost feeling in my finger but started again as soon as it regained it's pinkish-white tone.::
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