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Posted: Nov 21 2007, 06:47 AM
Member No.: 4
Joined: 19-November 07
WIDBODE : LIFE THROUGH A VAMPIRE’S EYES
On The Dance Floor
She leaned on the counter, eyeing up the sims that were sitting there. They were all so boring. Didn’t these fleshies have a life? Fat men, weedy men, pigs, idiots that needed a taste of their own medicine… But none of them appealed to her much.
Nobody seemed to really notice her where she stood. They were all too deep in their drinks, she suspected. Pathetic. Since when had Midnight Flows turned into a bar for drunks? When she was alive she would come here a lot with her friends. It was here that she had been turned. Well, not here exactly. She and the vampire had been doing things they shouldn’t have done in the alley next to this building by the bins. That had been the best night of her life––and death.
“Want a drink, darling?” the scrubby, foul smelling ogre bartender asked her.
She turned around to look at him in disgust. He winced when he saw what she was and started polishing the counter with a grubby cloth nervously.
“Yes, but I’m sure you don’t have what I’m looking for.” She said, smiling evilly at him and taking care to show her pointed fangs as she did so.
“And what would that be?”
The ogre went ghostly pale. He started polishing the counter more violently and avoiding eye contact with her completely.
“Oh. Well… um… d-don’t you think that’s––uh––a little demanding…?” he stammered, not looking up from what he was doing.
“I am a demanding woman.” She answered.
She turned to leave, when she heard raised voices coming from the dance floor.
Before anybody took any serious notice, a fight broke out. From where she stood, it looked like the fight was a very dirty one indeed.
This might not be such a waste after all, Ilsa Vella thought to herself as she glided towards the dance floor to watch the fight.
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