400 words tags a line of notes here | "Another one"Melissa would say, the clunking of the empty bottle upon the bar would echo in the smoky tavern. With the empty bottle in one hand and a cigarette in another, the girl would place the tip of her fag to her mouth, taking in a long draw, watching the head burn a crimson orange colour, pulling back in time with her breath. Removing the fag from her mouth, she would exhale gently, the smoke would flow from her mouth in wisps. Soon the the beer would slide towards her, replacing the empty bottle with a full one. She hated beer, yet it seemed to be that she was in the mood for that kind of drink. The young woman would drain some of the bitter liquid before sighing. Her mind would simply drift to the memory of the broken boy in the bed, the one whom had turned her in, who had essentially washed his hands of her. She had attempted to return, but he had been moved, whether by marines or rev who knew? but in all honesty, Coniko could be dead for all Melissa knew. The ash would fall from her cigarette, hitting the table and and dispersing, she would drain her beer as tears silently fell. Someone be moving behind her, a group or so would now stand, positive that they knew her. "Hey girl, your that pirate right? The one who smashed up that marine girls face. Outside the briss hospital a couple days ago, yer poster started appearing around the place since den. Nice bounty on yer pretty head," one of them would say with a cackle. . |
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