Katherine Hess
Oct 23rd, 2002, 09:41:29 PM
First glance brought names like "Ginger" and "Lola" to mind. It wwas true that she sometimes went by those titles but tonight she was Billie, sitting on a bikers knee.
The woman was in her late forties but seemed to be trying to look much younger. Her skirt was too short, her shirt was stretched precariously over her breasts, nothing else, and on her feet were spiked boots. She was still skinny though it was a gaunted look now, a thinness achieved with much effort and not the natural slender of her younger self. Her makeup was too heavy and her blonde hair was tired but kept fighting the battle to stay up, aided with multitudes of hairspray.
"Billie" smiled at Bubba, her new friend, and ran a finger down his arm.
"Mmm... Strong aren't you?"
Bubba nodded and took a sip of his beer. "Billie" scooted off his lap and grabbed her cue stick, walking over to the pool table to make her shot. She leaned over more than was neccesary, planting her rear end in Bubba's face, to which he did not object. When her shot turned out succesful, "Billie" squealed and clasped her hands around the mans neck. They locked lips, celebrating the victory. It was as she pulled away that 'Billie' saw of flash of color beneath the coller of Bubba's shirt. Grinning naughtily at him she crouched down and pulled the material away to reveal a tattoo. Normally such a thing didn't impress her. But this one made her stop. A wolf, set over some strange emblem, most likely a clubs crest. 'Billie' could care less what sort of places Bubba went to but the wolf made her remember other times.
Believe it or not, she had grown up on a farm. They'd been warned as children never to go out at night for fear that the animals would attack them. But Katherine, her real name, had never been one to follow the rules. Often at night she would climb out her window and cautiously walk to the edge of their property, hoping to catch a glimpse of the creatures as they hunted. It wasn't often that she'd been dissapointed. ANd never once had they attacked.
"I have to go..."
Bubba looked surprised. He thought things were going well and would have invited her over to his place to spend the night. But 'Billie' had already grabbed her beer and pack of cigarettes and fled the bar.
Outside she took slow breaths. Diving into her country-girl past was not something she liked to do. It made her feel dizzy. The fact that she was intoxicated didn't help matters either. As she stumbled down the dirty streets of Coruscant, she looked at the many homeless and druggies laying there. A few years ago she'd been one of them. Now though her dignity wouldn't allow her to sleep anywhere but in a home. SHe was staying at her friend Vanessa's house. Of course, she couldn't remember where Ness lived.
Katherine had the strangest feeling that she was being followed but she paid no attention. Sadly, for it was very sad indeed, her beer was almost gone. And then she fell.
The heel of her boot had broken and even if she had been sober the woman would not have been able to catch herself.
"Damnit!"
She fell heavily, skinning her knees and breaking the bottle, spilling the remains of her brewsky. As she sat there catching her breath, Katherine heard the sound of footsteps, just for a brief second. She gripped the jagged half of the bottle in her hand and slurred out a call.
"Who'res out in there?"
The woman was in her late forties but seemed to be trying to look much younger. Her skirt was too short, her shirt was stretched precariously over her breasts, nothing else, and on her feet were spiked boots. She was still skinny though it was a gaunted look now, a thinness achieved with much effort and not the natural slender of her younger self. Her makeup was too heavy and her blonde hair was tired but kept fighting the battle to stay up, aided with multitudes of hairspray.
"Billie" smiled at Bubba, her new friend, and ran a finger down his arm.
"Mmm... Strong aren't you?"
Bubba nodded and took a sip of his beer. "Billie" scooted off his lap and grabbed her cue stick, walking over to the pool table to make her shot. She leaned over more than was neccesary, planting her rear end in Bubba's face, to which he did not object. When her shot turned out succesful, "Billie" squealed and clasped her hands around the mans neck. They locked lips, celebrating the victory. It was as she pulled away that 'Billie' saw of flash of color beneath the coller of Bubba's shirt. Grinning naughtily at him she crouched down and pulled the material away to reveal a tattoo. Normally such a thing didn't impress her. But this one made her stop. A wolf, set over some strange emblem, most likely a clubs crest. 'Billie' could care less what sort of places Bubba went to but the wolf made her remember other times.
Believe it or not, she had grown up on a farm. They'd been warned as children never to go out at night for fear that the animals would attack them. But Katherine, her real name, had never been one to follow the rules. Often at night she would climb out her window and cautiously walk to the edge of their property, hoping to catch a glimpse of the creatures as they hunted. It wasn't often that she'd been dissapointed. ANd never once had they attacked.
"I have to go..."
Bubba looked surprised. He thought things were going well and would have invited her over to his place to spend the night. But 'Billie' had already grabbed her beer and pack of cigarettes and fled the bar.
Outside she took slow breaths. Diving into her country-girl past was not something she liked to do. It made her feel dizzy. The fact that she was intoxicated didn't help matters either. As she stumbled down the dirty streets of Coruscant, she looked at the many homeless and druggies laying there. A few years ago she'd been one of them. Now though her dignity wouldn't allow her to sleep anywhere but in a home. SHe was staying at her friend Vanessa's house. Of course, she couldn't remember where Ness lived.
Katherine had the strangest feeling that she was being followed but she paid no attention. Sadly, for it was very sad indeed, her beer was almost gone. And then she fell.
The heel of her boot had broken and even if she had been sober the woman would not have been able to catch herself.
"Damnit!"
She fell heavily, skinning her knees and breaking the bottle, spilling the remains of her brewsky. As she sat there catching her breath, Katherine heard the sound of footsteps, just for a brief second. She gripped the jagged half of the bottle in her hand and slurred out a call.
"Who'res out in there?"