#bornagoddess

“I did. Not for a necklace. For the necklace. I've also killed for it.”

The bar smelt of smoke, alcohol, and the faintest hints of stale sweat from the workers who stopped by to have a beer or two after their shift. A little juke box cranked out music in the corner while the regulars shot pool, played darts, or caught a game on the television above the bar. If you had a problem and it was a slow night the bartender would even rattle off wisdom to you as you grew drunk then call a cab to take you home. All in all the place was very blue collar and the kind of casual that felt inviting whenever the day was rough.

Storming into the place let Arlette immediately know that all eyes were on her and that just sent the color higher into her cheeks. Primly walking to the bar in her six inch stiletto boots she ordered three shots of vodka and repeatedly cursed out the world in every language that she could remotely say things in. On a different night she would have understood why everyone was looking at her-she was dressed for the clubs after all-but tonight was not that kind of night. All she wanted was to mellow out to vodka while reminding herself that murder was wrong.

Shrugging off her leather jacket and draping it over the stool to her left, she then asked the bartender for a Ghost martini along with her shots. Tonight was going to be get drunk to forget that horrible incident at the club even happened.

Put the words ‘Tell Me’ in my askbox and my character has to tell yours one secret they’ve been hiding.

Let’s see which secret to pick….

Oh!

When we were younger, I used to always bring some sort of insect into your chambers. Whether it was big or small didn’t matter to me, but I always did enjoy a nice laugh from hearing you get angry at the sight of it.