Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 23:37:13 GMT -5
"It's time, There's no going back"
Mira sat on the seat at the bar, staring at the liquid in her mug. The noises went on around her, never seeming to stop. Probably what had attributed to the pounding in her skull, The alcohol as well, she was underage, but it's hard for a bar keep to refuse you when you have him by the neck. that was another factor as to why her head hurt, having to deal with that stubborn bar keep. But perhaps the main reason for the discomfort, was the thinking. She'd been thinking for what seemed like so long now. Many nights now, She had come to this bar, sat for hours and drank, thinking. The music was loud, the fights and swearing louder, and the obnoxious laughing of the dancing guys and girls louder still. It all wore at her, yet she kept coming back. To what? Why did she keep coming to this place? Mira lifted her eyes then, looking at those around her. They laughed, swore, smoked, drank, and wobbled around, leading their lives for what seemed like nothing more than that. Did they have nothing else to live for? No wife? No children? Parents? Land? Work? Dreams? Had they nothing other then coming in to this miserable place, getting as drunk as possible, and flitting their money away on women and men and gambling? It disgusted her yet also didn't seem that bad and anyway, here she was...
Though she came to drink, Mira did so slowly. She would sit in the corner, as far away from the noise as possible and drink from a mug. Perhaps just to help her think, Yet aside from that stubborn barkeep she never caused any problems, never became intoxicated, never raised her voice, and never went out of her way to converse with anyone. she told nothing to anyone, kept to herself, Her father wouldn't like her interacting with these people, He probably wouldn't even like her being in this bar, then maybe that was a reason she came at all, this was the one place she could think, far away from her troubles. Still she heard People wonder why such a young girl came, they always used to question, always used to ask her, not many did anymore, and even when they did she ignored them now. They had quickly learned they would get no answers, not from the silent girl in the corner. she didn't care about them, not a one of thsm, they wearn't one of her penguin friends, and they defently wearn't her mother. It wasn't that she was heartless as she could be, but after spending many nights here, She had gotten her opinion of them firmly set inside her skull.
They were all idiots, they were all creeps, they were all sick, twisted people.
They had the ability to have a life, yet they wasted it here. Doing what? They spent half their lives so drunk they could hardly stand. Had they no one to go to? she despised them, yet she came back. How could they have nowhere to be? No one to be with? They had...no one to cherish? They were pathetic.
Hypocrite
Leaning back in her chair, Mira fingered her drink, staring up once more. She didn't wince at the one word that had run through her mind. She didn't like it, didn't like being a hypocrite, but she was one. Here she sat, thinking ill of those around her for not being with their family or friends, when she was doing the same, She came to try and forget, Raising her mug, She touched it to her lips and drank, before returning the glass to its place on the table. Setting back, Miraa closed her eyes for a moment. As soon as she did, a vision of her Mother came into her mind, would mom wabt her to find her father? or just hide away forever? She thought that what she was doing wasn't the right thing,She took another large sip from her drink, it never worked though, the drink never truly washed away her thoughts away.
"Well hello beautiful! You want a taste of somethin' more then that beer?"
Opening her deep aqua colored eyes, Mira lifted her face and peered at the man leaning across the table, his hairy and built chest exposed toward him. With dark brown hair to match his eyes, and a toned body, he would be a striking man to most people, but not her, she wasn't interested in that sort of thing. She never thought of herself as beautiful ether though, and she didn't need to be. she was a tool, No time to worry over her appearance. With no expression on her face, Mira looked at his face and only that as He leaned toward her.
"I'm not interested in anything besides my beverage"
In a nice, cheery tone she spoke that, her eyes dripping back and looking at the liquid through blue eyes. She didn't find him attractive in the least. His muscles to heavy, his outfit just spoke of cheap, and the confident fake caring smile He had on his lips was so practiced. She wanted no man who would go to any girl for what He was offering.
"You gonna refuse me lady?"
The voice spoke from close to her neck, She turned her gaze up, looking at the man as he spoke, Mira noticed him weaving on his feet while simply standing. Standing up, she nodded her head slowly at the man, a hand resting lightly on her side as she spoke again.
"I would refuse no man...when you see one, be sure to point him out to me"
She then pushed passed the disgusting trash and left the bar once again, back on her way to her family, her brothers and sisters in those penguins, the one place she felt she truly belonged.
Mira sat on the seat at the bar, staring at the liquid in her mug. The noises went on around her, never seeming to stop. Probably what had attributed to the pounding in her skull, The alcohol as well, she was underage, but it's hard for a bar keep to refuse you when you have him by the neck. that was another factor as to why her head hurt, having to deal with that stubborn bar keep. But perhaps the main reason for the discomfort, was the thinking. She'd been thinking for what seemed like so long now. Many nights now, She had come to this bar, sat for hours and drank, thinking. The music was loud, the fights and swearing louder, and the obnoxious laughing of the dancing guys and girls louder still. It all wore at her, yet she kept coming back. To what? Why did she keep coming to this place? Mira lifted her eyes then, looking at those around her. They laughed, swore, smoked, drank, and wobbled around, leading their lives for what seemed like nothing more than that. Did they have nothing else to live for? No wife? No children? Parents? Land? Work? Dreams? Had they nothing other then coming in to this miserable place, getting as drunk as possible, and flitting their money away on women and men and gambling? It disgusted her yet also didn't seem that bad and anyway, here she was...
Though she came to drink, Mira did so slowly. She would sit in the corner, as far away from the noise as possible and drink from a mug. Perhaps just to help her think, Yet aside from that stubborn barkeep she never caused any problems, never became intoxicated, never raised her voice, and never went out of her way to converse with anyone. she told nothing to anyone, kept to herself, Her father wouldn't like her interacting with these people, He probably wouldn't even like her being in this bar, then maybe that was a reason she came at all, this was the one place she could think, far away from her troubles. Still she heard People wonder why such a young girl came, they always used to question, always used to ask her, not many did anymore, and even when they did she ignored them now. They had quickly learned they would get no answers, not from the silent girl in the corner. she didn't care about them, not a one of thsm, they wearn't one of her penguin friends, and they defently wearn't her mother. It wasn't that she was heartless as she could be, but after spending many nights here, She had gotten her opinion of them firmly set inside her skull.
They were all idiots, they were all creeps, they were all sick, twisted people.
They had the ability to have a life, yet they wasted it here. Doing what? They spent half their lives so drunk they could hardly stand. Had they no one to go to? she despised them, yet she came back. How could they have nowhere to be? No one to be with? They had...no one to cherish? They were pathetic.
Hypocrite
Leaning back in her chair, Mira fingered her drink, staring up once more. She didn't wince at the one word that had run through her mind. She didn't like it, didn't like being a hypocrite, but she was one. Here she sat, thinking ill of those around her for not being with their family or friends, when she was doing the same, She came to try and forget, Raising her mug, She touched it to her lips and drank, before returning the glass to its place on the table. Setting back, Miraa closed her eyes for a moment. As soon as she did, a vision of her Mother came into her mind, would mom wabt her to find her father? or just hide away forever? She thought that what she was doing wasn't the right thing,She took another large sip from her drink, it never worked though, the drink never truly washed away her thoughts away.
"Well hello beautiful! You want a taste of somethin' more then that beer?"
Opening her deep aqua colored eyes, Mira lifted her face and peered at the man leaning across the table, his hairy and built chest exposed toward him. With dark brown hair to match his eyes, and a toned body, he would be a striking man to most people, but not her, she wasn't interested in that sort of thing. She never thought of herself as beautiful ether though, and she didn't need to be. she was a tool, No time to worry over her appearance. With no expression on her face, Mira looked at his face and only that as He leaned toward her.
"I'm not interested in anything besides my beverage"
In a nice, cheery tone she spoke that, her eyes dripping back and looking at the liquid through blue eyes. She didn't find him attractive in the least. His muscles to heavy, his outfit just spoke of cheap, and the confident fake caring smile He had on his lips was so practiced. She wanted no man who would go to any girl for what He was offering.
"You gonna refuse me lady?"
The voice spoke from close to her neck, She turned her gaze up, looking at the man as he spoke, Mira noticed him weaving on his feet while simply standing. Standing up, she nodded her head slowly at the man, a hand resting lightly on her side as she spoke again.
"I would refuse no man...when you see one, be sure to point him out to me"
She then pushed passed the disgusting trash and left the bar once again, back on her way to her family, her brothers and sisters in those penguins, the one place she felt she truly belonged.