Alice Ayres (aka Jane Jones) (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} loveisenough) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} prideview_nyc,@ 2008-07-26 00:14:00 |
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WHO: Alice Ayres and Raphael.
WHERE: An alley outside of a club.
WHEN: Tonight, around 1AM.
RATING: We'll just say R for violence and swearing. I'll change it if it goes past that.
STATUS: Incomplete.
Alice's old club was gone, and now she had to look for a job. In her line of work, that meant putting on some cute underthings, an itty bitty denim skirt, a tank top, and impractical heels and going from club to club to see if they had any openings for a new girl. Given her experience, she thought it would be easy enough to find a place that wanted her. The only problem was that she was somewhat fussy, and she wanted to work somewhere where the bouncer wouldn't grab her ass, or the DJ wasn't doing blow, or where her cut of the tips would actually be decent.
She'd left at 9:45, and had finally found a place that met all of her criteria and wanted her around 12:50. She'd made arrangements to start the next evening, and waved goodbye as she exited (for the last time) through the customer door at the front.
Around the corner, she leaned against the brick to light a cigarette out of her purse. No sooner had she pressed the filter to her lips did she feel someone approaching her from out of the alley adjacent to the club. She tried to move away, some instinct telling her this person was not a friend, but surprise made her slow. A hand clamped down hard on her mouth before she could scream, the cigarette falling to her feet.
The gloom of the alley made it hard for her to see, and she closed her eyes, hoping a mugging was all they were looking for. The sound of a switchblade didn't increase her hopes.
WHERE: An alley outside of a club.
WHEN: Tonight, around 1AM.
RATING: We'll just say R for violence and swearing. I'll change it if it goes past that.
STATUS: Incomplete.
Alice's old club was gone, and now she had to look for a job. In her line of work, that meant putting on some cute underthings, an itty bitty denim skirt, a tank top, and impractical heels and going from club to club to see if they had any openings for a new girl. Given her experience, she thought it would be easy enough to find a place that wanted her. The only problem was that she was somewhat fussy, and she wanted to work somewhere where the bouncer wouldn't grab her ass, or the DJ wasn't doing blow, or where her cut of the tips would actually be decent.
She'd left at 9:45, and had finally found a place that met all of her criteria and wanted her around 12:50. She'd made arrangements to start the next evening, and waved goodbye as she exited (for the last time) through the customer door at the front.
Around the corner, she leaned against the brick to light a cigarette out of her purse. No sooner had she pressed the filter to her lips did she feel someone approaching her from out of the alley adjacent to the club. She tried to move away, some instinct telling her this person was not a friend, but surprise made her slow. A hand clamped down hard on her mouth before she could scream, the cigarette falling to her feet.
The gloom of the alley made it hard for her to see, and she closed her eyes, hoping a mugging was all they were looking for. The sound of a switchblade didn't increase her hopes.