| Liquor and an Omelet |
[08 Apr 2009|04:13pm] |
It was late and business had been good, really good. Joseph was pleased, relieved that his first real business venture had started well and would hopefully continue that way. The door swung shut with the last patron of the night, staggering out with a couple slurred words and a few unintelligible remarks about the "best fucking night ever!".
Joseph turned his head to watch him leave with a smile on his face and a chuckle escaping the back of his throat a few moments later. "Glad to hear it," he yelled to the now closed door. He looked up at the guy behind the bar and waved his hand. "Go on, get home, I'll close up."
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure now get." Joseph softened the words with a wink and watched the young bartender scurry off towards the staff room. He picked up his cigarettes and peered into them, scowling faintly as he only had one left, where in the hell had they all gone? He was sure he hadn't smoked that much.
( The Last Customer )
( Joseph Tropiano, Artist for Hire? )
( Oooh, Goodies! )
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| Tough Girl |
[08 Apr 2009|11:31pm] |
May 20, 2013
Ten Year Anniversary of Being Chosen
Rhiannon's Personal Correspondence
Las Vegas, Nevada
There's a feeling I get before I fight. I don't tell anybody about it. It happens in the quiet seconds before things get crazy. It's potent and personal and a big part of why I get up every day. It's not the only reason, but I can say it's as close as I come to having a genuine religious experience. I'm not saying I don't believe in God. I do. But even at mass, the things I feel don't run as pure as this. There's always interference, other things going on in my head. You know, like, 'oh shit, did I leave enough change in the meter?' or, 'Did I remember to pay the utilities this month?'
I'm not talking about the buzz. I get that, you know, that tickle in my spine, once I sense myself nearing a demon. I know that around the next corner, boom, there it is and it's sensing me, too. It's a rush. Think about all the times you imagined something was behind the shower curtain. That surge you got right before you pulled the curtain back? That's what the buzz is. Potential energy wound up inside you. Like paddles charged up right before an electric shock.
( But No, That's Not What I Mean )
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