Post by Essence Newman on Oct 28, 2009 18:48:16 GMT -5
It seemed whenever she lost Ryder she ended up at a strip joint. There was probably some odd psychological, Freudian reason for that. But for Essence it was just for the drinks and the loud music. She could go to a regular bar but guys went there to pick up girls. And she didn't want to deal with beating off some overly-horny asshole. So she came to stripclubs. The men were always suitably distracted and she could just sink away, unnoticed.
She finished her whiskey in a bottoms-up and jiggled the left-over ice. With a sigh, she glanced at the one stripper who was nearby. The girl caught her eye and sauntered off. With a grin, Essence tipped her head up as the girl leaned over. Leaving a kiss to the girl's lips, Essence slipped a few twenty into her hand. If she couldn't help herself, she would help someone else.
Pulling away, she ignored the groans of the men who had been hoping for a further show and moved to the door. In the night air, she shivered and lit a cigarette carefully. Leaning against one of the establishment's tinted windows, she took a long drag. Eyes on the distance, she blew the smoke out and rested her head back. She was wasting time. She should be looking for Ryder. But that was last night. Last night and she had looked into the late afternoon. After crashing for three hours on his couch, she headed out again, only this time to the VIP Club.
And now...she was back where she started. No idea where to look and no sign of Ryder. At all. She sighed and pushed the cigarette back between her lips. Just wasting time.
