callthegame (callthegame) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-07-01 08:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | momus, sports |
Who: Sports (OPEN!)
Where: Bar in New York City
When: Mid to late afternoon
Ahh, the Olympics. The origin wasn’t really in her realm, coming about from sponsored sports and all of the consumerism involved, however she couldn’t help but appreciate the Olympics for what they did for the world of sports. Hell, if sports had never emerged in
A cigarette was dangling from her lips as she watched swimming trials, not entirely hooked in, but occasionally she would glance at the screen and keep tab of what country was where. The hand that wasn’t tending to the cigarette had lifted and brushed her wild mess of blonde hair back from her face. She didn’t pay much mind to her hair, so most of the time it was hanging about her face or pulled back into a ponytail. She couldn’t find a ponytail holder in her apartment that morning.
Her pink lips parted and she blew smoke up into the air where it lingered, and then disappeared. Smoking didn’t really do much harm to her. She was, after all, a goddess. Lung cancer wasn’t a threat. So she puffed away at the stick until it was down to the butt, and she proceeded to shove it into the nearest ashtray, blowing the last puff of smoke into the air before reaching out to grab her beer bottle, taking a sip of the golden liquid.
“How’s it going?” The bar tender asked her, an old man she’d known for several years. A smile broke across Roxanne’s face and she shrugged her shoulders, the tee-shirt she wore moving with the shrug, briefly showing what might have been the curves of a woman’s body, before disappearing. The shirt was clearly a size or two too big for her slim frame. The jeans that hung a little low around her waist were also very large on her, not giving away any hints of a curve of hips.
“Not bad, Tom, not bad,” She replied back to him, still smiling brightly, beer bottle waiting in the air halfway between the bar counter and her mouth. After answering, she let her hand continue the journey and another sip was taken from the bottle.